Not catching the smoke but catching the flame
Igniting what has begun and what will continue again
The passion and the angst to be good and to be better
Seeing the light through the rain
Soul searching ends up nonexistent when she exists
Don't have to look anymore don't have to struggle
This flame is one that won't be contained in a bottle
It won't disappear
And I don't ever want it to retreat
She till the end and the flame uncontained is unfathomably coexisting within the same plane
Crazy I am sane I see
Crazy is She's fault not mine may it be
But without a doubt I'm glad this flame has existence
Because without it I may as well be floating in the distance