Oh candle, waxing, burning bright  
Why do you remind me of my plight?  
Of time decreasing, life too short  
Of all the failures and self-aborts  
Of all the things I have in hand  
Of all the things that I now stand  
To have, to hold, to love, and to lose  
Oh candle, why do you drive in these screws?
 
Is it to remind me of my folly?  
My failure to catch my quarry?  
The desire to simply snuff you out  
And cast into darkness all my doubts?  
Why do you need to endlessly reveal  
The things that make me scream and kneel?  
The things that make me beg and pray  
The things I wish would go away
 
*“Eri, I love that you’re trying to be creative, but can you stop being such a sadsack and just blow out the candle on your birthday cupcake already?”*