Sit by the molten candles
That burn with a dying flame
Bet in the dark
On everything that matters
Flip your heart to make a decision
And search within soul to reach
Imagine the crash of a shooting star
And mourn the demise
Of a dream that never came true
Scoop the wax and burn some skin
Find the flesh
Like the pure residue.
//Scoop out the moon from beneath the clouds and hold the purity that remains in ashes like unmined treasure under the gravel.