People Are Not Candleflames

It is 2:43 a.m.
I sit alone in my room.
On my bed,
With only the light of the candle I lit at 9:18 p.m.
I cannot sleep.
So I stare at the candle-flame.
I watch it dance majestically.
It dances so (jubilantly).
So carelessly.
It does not need a lover.
It does not need music.
It dances at its own will.
& it makes me sad
So very sad.
Because people are not like candle-flames.
It makes me sad.