I want to burn Not like a match’s golden flame, Or fiery pixels in an online warrior’s game. Not lava red or like a blinding solar flare; Not glowing embers or a sharp prismatic glare. I will fill my lungs with uncorrupted light, Intimidate with…

Why am I here? Why am I on the Earth? Why is it me, my mother did give birth? This is the Magic Question. Ask sincerely, it answers itself.