Fireflies gravitate toward the brightest light
And will snuggle up to it in glee
They let themselves grow attached to it
And soon are invested emotionally
They fawn and think about the light constantly
Wonder what the light thinks of them
They buzz happily when it speaks
And laughs for it again and again
But if that light switches off
Where will you be, little firefly?
Broken, silent, alone in the dark once more
Uncomprehending you realize
The mistake you made
And you put on the guise
But why do you, little firefly?
Act so attached to light's ilk
When you are shining so bright yourself?
