One battle

There was once a flame
Who battled through the winds
At first blind to the wind,
Then blind to the direction
Then intention
Knowing not the wind just flows
Then taste, then texture then number of support wheels.
With all this selftransforming Styrofoam all around,
Demanding equal attention,
Thus bringing democracy in the kingdom of ideas
Ruining creativity through relativism.

But only as long as the flame forgets,
That infinity isnt what it sounds
Everything isnt everything
Nothing isnt nothing
Nothing is everything
And everything is nothing.

Until as long as the flame forgets
Anything can be anything.
Including everything being nothing.

The flame needs just a spark to reignite
But the fuel is yet being synthesised.