We're As A Candle's Flame, Not The Candle

Your soul is a key jammed in a lock you cannot force forwards or back right or left; all you can do now is wait. Wait long enough you'll come to see understand there isn't a door or lock. The ocean of life retains not the vessel. That floats and drifts, endless upon it. That's a vapour you cannot contain, the sun is an all-consuming fire it exists In humble beginnings as also an end. It lives without life, therefore, coexists yet because it only requires waxed-wicks to burn. We're a candle's flame; we're not the candle we burn to our extinguished ends to be ignited by this life - once again.