Why Look for a Connection?

Are we that insecure?
Do we really think the world recognizes us,
Through those that have long gone from us;
Not knowing how to care about us
Because,
We never have crossed their minds?

What thoughts do they spare about us?
Also, why should they care?
They live in the present,
Why should we resent?

Can't we be proud of who we are?
What we could achieve within our reach, not far.
Living in the present, not in the past
There are more mortals far deserving
The Harping
Than those we can't see, but admire.

If we could just open our eyes now,
And see that none of that telling matters.
Ho!
We would be judged by none other,
But the ones we think
Less matter.

Wake up!
The world doesn't want to know
How or why
A lost link,
Could to a country bring,
So much of an importance.

Tell me! ... Are we that spineless and inferior,
That we'd always have to look for
"A connection"
To prove that we matter?

Fire

Why on earth do we think,
Fire always burns?
Is this what inhibits
Our mortal fear,
Or just
Something we were told?

Have we even for a second
Stop to think about-
A life without it?
Would we be living the same
Life of comfort, life with ease,
Had it not been for "Fire"?

Have we ever considered
The other untold side
Of how gentle and kind,
Ever caring and giving,
Fire, amongst all
As a source could be?

Come to think,
It's just fair for It be a source
That inspires metaphors-
Of love, passion, anger, pain and angst
For it sure would Burn,
If not handled carefully.