If life’s a bleak winter
I want to be the barely visible sun
Giving hope to the shivering
Forms of life themselves.
If life’s a thorn in a cactus
I want to be the oasis
Where after somebody touches
It not just pricks but quenches as well.
If life’s a burning fire
I want to be the label
Letting those who play with it
Know the hazard they would be risking.
If life’s a memory
I want to be the strongest nostalgia
So nobody dares to visit
Unless absolutely necessary.
