We are all just fickle flames
Dancing in the Void
We provide the light
For the shadows of our Desires

And our Desires point towards our souls
But what desires are worth following
And what desires are worth running from
And what desires are as fickle as our flames
To be chased up around a spiral stair case
Ascending to the top of a tower
When lightning strikes
And we fall screaming, "I KNEW IT. DAMMIT I KNEW IT!"