Candles burn and burn until they end

But what happens when it bends?

What happens if it argues with friends?

What happens when it's time to make amends?

Does it ever run and burn on its own?

Or does it need a force to process the damage blown?

How about the role models being shown?

Do they ever feel tired or alone?

All my questions are a wee tad

The answers will make me sad

The results will make me mad

What is there to be glad?

Big and strong we may be

But you and I are weak in this city

Where everything is fast yet slow like what you see

This world is not prepared for you and me

So many questions yet to be answered

Problems to be solved

Stories to be told

Futures to be held

I just got home lmao, 2nd poem of the day! Stay tuned for the 3rd one 👀