We are the extinguished spark

where life resides,

begat in flame, long ago,

confined in the shrinking prison

where fallen victims

unknowingly share the villainy

of all mankind.

We will sleep soon.

The night is cold

but never touches dream

unless the dream too is cold.

Sad and pointless, like an echo,

to have made this perfect dream

an extinguished spark.

If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change – Wayne Dyer