Analysis of Children In The Form Of Fire

Children are like fire.
 When they are young you,
 think you can control them;
 mold them into anything you want.

But as they grow bigger,
 you begin to loose control.
 Sometimes they can hurt you.
  They aspire to take on the world.
Set the world up in flames;

But alas,
 your words can act as an extinguisher;
You can kill their dreams,
as well as the child with it.
 Then they turn blue.

They burn with anger,
 pain,
 sadness,
 resentment.
Maybe even depression.

And sometimes,
 they extinguish themselves
from the earth permanently.
those who do hold on
Just long enough to grab a piece of wood,
 paper,
anything they can set a flame to.
And they will burn again;
 Maybe even brighter than before.
 Destroying everything
 that gets in their way.

As they grow old,
 They begin to fade away;
As time waits for no one.
With one more small gust of smoke,
They fade into the air;
becoming nothing more
 than a memory to those who had witnessed them;
 Leaving their mark behind them
as proof of their existence.

Fire is like children,
beautiful;
Until you lose control,
Then it will burn you to the ground.