The flame

They once said to me, be the torch, not the flame. Kicking the sea in my dreams made me realize that I may live to tell the tale. Sorrow, silence, suffering reigned in my heart asking me, When would I be the flame. Where and when I put away the shame. Do you even have an aim? Tick tak, tick tak and the hand move on its pace saying, Procrastination is the invention of failure. How, how come, the brains behind the bronze is down. How did you get lost in the storm. Shining for everything too bright was our future. Thinking that you did something, not knowing you only plagiarize nature. How painful your time harries ruthlessly to the spirits, Death awaits to see you again, the flame of the torch.