Like an iron rod
You walk through life
Searching for fire to make you turn
To make you twist
The heat of its radiant colour
Pulls you in
It is too hot, too intense
You want out, but you are all in
It is burning you
You search for a friend, to pull you out
No one hears, except One passing by
Called Kindness
It grabs you, heals your wounds
Caresses you and gives you water
When you recover
Your ungrateful-self goes searching for fire again
And kindness remains there
Water in its hand, blanket on its laps
Waiting for the days to go by
And for you to come back.