Birthday Wishes

Surrounded, I am not warm. Certain moments that seemed to slow, I looked around and pondered. Who are these faces, really? Surrounded, I am not warm, not yet. Celebrations of a person, or a tradition, I wondered. What is all this for? Surrounded, I am not warm, perhaps not ever. Moments that grows still, wandering eyes that linger, expectations that keeps on massing. What are they thinking? Candle lights, faint and flickering. Once lit by many. Only for one to spend. Wishes, rushed, and shallow - never answered. It's yet another cycle.