The table’s set and the lights are dimmed,
but there’s no dinner to be served.
Our plates are filled with only questions.
Unanswerable questions soon beget
unquestionable answers.
And now we choke down infallible truths.
A stale, excessive fragrance lingers
from the centerpiece of our table,
the candlewick burns the questions.
Unanswerable questions soon beget
unquestionable answers.
And now we choke down infallible truths.
Unspeakable answers to unaskable questions.
We know the answers to each other's questions,
yet we’d rather not light the match to melt the wax
as the wick burns down to reshape what we have.
Let’s just stay this way;
as before the flame!
As before the flame burned the questions.
Unanswerable questions soon beget
unquestionable answers.
And now we choke down infallible truths.
A plot once, now only smoke and ember.
I don’t want to remember,
but I’m prone to relapses, despair smolders in my synapses.
Wax melts. Wick burns.
Wax melts as the wick burns.
Wax melts as the wick burns down.
