And that's it. That's how it is.

Quite simply alone in the dark

All candles have been blown out.

The only light that exists now is within.

Trying hard to stay shiny

And not let that inner flame die out...

 

Constantly striving for new things to stoke the flames

And generate warmth.

But fuel is rare and fuel is precious.

Sometimes we have to embrace the cold

And wear it like an old coat

Wind whispers through the moth bites

The frost tries to seep in and caress our face

But then the warmth grows, there is no longer space for ice and rain.