Who puts me to blame? When I watched the weak flame Go dim on the wick frame Again I ask, who puts me to blame For burning the flame low? Or losing the onset glow? When long thoughts I’ve had in silent stir And many nights observed in quiet stare Yet… not anymore Tease my soul no more Groped too long in this cage of craving No more can my soul take this evil aching Put me not to blame for killing this dying flame Save my soul the blame game for pulling my heart outta the game
Objective discourse on issues.