Existing

Life flows through the air and through the wind

I feel the fire of it, burning

Burns bright in everyone, but not in me

I fear it may burn out

What fuels it, I wonder?

What star or substance?

If it's a substance from within, I fear I'm doomed

I have not will to produce it any further

If it's a star outside my body,

I cannot argue, I cannot ask for life, I do not live

Existing, events explode around me

I don't take part, merely observe, and even that,

I can do rarely

For I am blind and deaf and dumb

To the fascination of living

I do not wish to be a candle that burns out

If only I were never lit…

I'd never would have known existence