He might get burned, but he’s in the game.
And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll
Beat his wings ’til he burns them black…
No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . .
The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real,
‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation…
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real. . . ”
― Aimee Mann
Humans consume Never satisfied With a gnawing hunger Never satiated Like a moth to a flame Drawn in By unending credit Living on borrowed time Till the day of reckoning Where's the balance? Between want and need Icarus between the sun and sea Neither soar too high Or swoop too low I need food and shelter And perhaps a treat From time to time If there's surplus Avarice, gluttony, greed Three of seven deadly sins According to belief Unheeded or forgotten Replaced by instant gratification Fast food and perhaps A little extra credit To light our way To the altar of consumption. _________________________________________
