The Fire Will Die, Like You & I

I fear I won't get better

I fear the glow of the fire won't hold

The crackle is what counts;

or so I am told.

The heat will dissapear

And I, well, I will be cold.

"Please don't wait for it."

Was all that I was told.

A few moments later,

my brain runs for a glow.

The glow of the burning ember.

And now, after seaching,

I am just old.

The run was not worth it.

The dehydration didn't help.

The sweat is burning my eyes.

Now I am hot as hell.

Tomorrow I will be older.

As days pass I will cool.

I will become older.

I will run out of fuel.