Like Pyro he sped flame hearted through life,
Not waiting for time or mortal to catch-up,
What losses had his soul endured over time,
What heartache, to be forever forgotten? It could not happen
He would not let his memory diminish like the departing mist on a spring morn,
He had to focus, let the meandering spirit rest,
Oh how he wished, oh sad being, belonging, yet feeling betrayed,
How long can eternity last, who draws up the rules, not a game boy, life…