AN OLD FLAME

We choose to refuse
We choose to wake up
We failed and tie down
We never see from the eye sight
But burnt by an old flame
 
That refuses to die
Then awaken by the past memories
So tied with the whole euphoria
When cast our purples eyes to its shadow
An old flame
 
Worried and at a crossroad
The purpose lingers
And dream kept one awake
All night as sleep embark on a French leave
An old flame so gone but its footprint lingers
 
With its scares left
Its print on the surface of the wall
Like a shadow it refuses to leaves
The sands of time of life and future
An old flame hmmm life has it way of coming back