The Light At The End... Or Just The Beginning Of The Tunnel? Poem by Nikola Dabic

Another illusion, I wondered.
What are you, really?
I don't know in which direction to think about you.
How do I force myself to do what's right—
and why do I keep painting you as wrong?

So many thoughts in my head — a firework.
I watch, and it's beautiful,
but what does it feel like to touch it?
All those bright sparks could burn me —
yet they pull me in, they draw me closer.

In the end, only ashes remain.
Who cares — another will ignite.
But never the same.

The problem is…
I want that exact one —
and I want it to see me in that fleeting moment of perfection.
What am I, compared to it,
if I never let it shine?