Candles

Candles.

Cylinders, wax and wick
Simmer for the same time. Burn
Down lower but one burns quick
Exposed subjects down different routs, symmetry
Doesn’t fit in reality

Racing caramel, treacle slow.
Take such a short
Moment, running towards a goal
Sweet, attainable, the finish line engorged
The burning paths are forged

In the progress, forgetfulness
Preys - the smooth path travelled
They do not pause
To experience the journey
For the end means the learning

Quick breath. Snuff the heat.
At the goal, Winner solidified
Loser. Cold In his wake.