The fire room

When i sit in the fire room thinking,
thinking of my dreams and my future,

I look at the fire flames and see how it looks so nice,

when it keeps you so warm, when it is lit so high,

It turns off, and keeps a little red flame,

I think of life, of love, as the same way, yo cannot control the shape of the flame, just like, you cannot help falling in love,

you cannot help dieing of feeling the hate you feel, just like when you burn your little finger trying to turn on the fire again,

now knowing the fire place is a mystery to come, to dream of and all sort of stuff we do not know what to expect.