Ashes of my soul

Ashes of my soul

Why do we do what we do?
Wasting our lives on nothing at all.
We sit and "chat" and drink with our friends,
Afraid to be alive, to truly live.
Our lives are so important to us
And yet they are nothing but a series of events,
'memories' that define who we are,
who we were,
who we hope to be.
Why do I write all this down?
Because right now my soul burns with the feeling,
And tomorrow when the ashes of my soul are only slightly glowing,
I want to look back and remember the fire.
Yet another memory
To add to the collection.