I feel as if I am in an ever growing room of darkness.
While there are candles, they are never all lit at once
They go off and come on at different times,
No rhyme nor reason, and I seem to have no say in it at all.
It’s not as though the candles are running out,
They all have long wicks, and plenty of wax,
They could burns for days, months or even years.
It’s more as though I get bored of staring at the same light for a long length of time.
Why do I become bored with the lights around me?
Why can I not keep them alight for an extended period of time?
Why is it that some last years; and others only five minutes?
Why do some flicker and gutter, but still remain lit?
Why do I even care?
Sure, more lights in the darkness may make it easier to see,
But I have one light that always stays on. That’s the one closest to me.