Enjoy The Journey

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Tonight, the candlelight is my fireplace
The rain, my symphony
The gloom of today my fuel
and the floating hope of tomorrow my chimney.
But such furniture indignant and beautiful need no axe,
yet such heart content need no embellishment. I relish in embellishment.
I simmer in plenty, I tend to tens of a thousand things, and yet I am a chair.
I, warmth and care, cushioned and positioned with perfection's poise,
indignant and beautiful need no axe.
Yet, the fire is hungry.
My arms cold and shapely, my purpose still for one.
I hold myself so tightly, matching even the vainest vanity, still it is my destiny but what about the fire? The purpose lost with thoughts, moth-like in their frolic. However, beauty is like a flower but I am still a chair. Legs aching and waiting, am I all that's fair? But like the cloud, I'm proceeding up then out of this damp rancid place, take the axe and reshape me to fit through the gate. I once began life with you in mind but that was just a dance. Now I've seen what's become of truth and I'm a free romance. I sit and stare at life down there and finally I beckon. I hold a soul too dear to axe just to make a furnace full. I remember that my mold is from a tree of life whole.