If you see the future, you will see the day you will die. If you seek the hard cold truth, you will wish you had only heard the lies. If you see your past, the mistakes you have made will make you hurt and cry. But if you look at your life at the end you see you are only a blink in time.
Life is harsh. It hurts. It burns. It will make you run for shelter, and seek comfort as you cry. The life of a flame is short. It burns and blazes to it's fullest, beautiful and bright, and leaves with a blaze of glory in the blink of an eye.
Life is too short. You are the flame, burning to it's fullest. And when you have no more time to live you burn out. You die. We are nothing but a blink in time.
Burn at you fullest, at you brightest. And we shall make that blink, a shine that will echo, to the end of time.