Life Of Flames

The previous state of life is gone
Its like a bad dream in which I can't be awakened
This flame I speak of was the source of my freedom
Now I am in the bars of time, waiting until that previous flame is reached

My mind floats off
Reminiscing about when there were no cares, no worries
Then I realize that flame is put out and can never be revived
One day I know
A spark may be kept so I can light a new flame