the candle burns and the wax drips

finally freed by the flame’s kiss

pulled along a winding path

guided by gravity

crashing into obstacles before making it by

leaving a film to retrace the steps

so that hopefully others may have an easier way

some do

but others branch out, making new paths

each their own but all at the hands of gravity,

and the flame that gave them life.

in their haste, their desire to reach further, faster

they ignore their own mortality

solidified now they look back at the flame

look back at the path they sprinted along

new drops of wax following their lead

helpless to change what has already begun.