#without a fire

Can it exist without a fire? We are compelled to bid To one day hope, to be inspired Nothing truly centers life's lid

Men are forever burdened They're apt for complacency Surrounded by inner servants The fool thinks himself royalty

Passion in its purest form Purpose and ethos maketh the man It builds his resilience to the storm It reminds him of his place in the sand

Virtue only matters in death For life is too short for all of that Such error heralds the last breath Fair to incite the divine's just wrath