Truths I Believed

How can it be a fire burns yet keeps you warm?
An orange-colored autumn storm
It traps you in its blazing gaze
It can hold you there for many days

Choose to accept its touch and ash you’ll become
It’s not something you can run away from
You’ll feel betrayed
But it’ll still cut you like a blade

Create or destroy, it’s your choice
But you’ll always hear the calling voice
It’s not something to be tampered with
“Don’t play with fire”, is not a myth