Knowing Better

I get it, the moth and its dance with flame
I know I'm only hurting myself, and still
I have eyes only for the fire.

Need and want, duty and responsibility
Flick one then the other off my plain brown wings
As I flutter by my desire.

Pushing harder pushing faster, pinned
To a cork-board, beating those thin palms
Yearning but never going higher.

Bits will singe and crumble, make, for a moment
To look away. But the flickering beckons,
A dusting of soot coats this coil of wire.