Why do you come to the light?

Why do you come to the light? It is your death you know. You’re fluttering about my room doomed to die on my cluttered floor You should not have trusted my open window And yet you did, Why? Why did you come to the light? Was it out of blind faith that you came? I’ll have you know you will not make it long You will exhaust yourself against the lamp upon me wall You saw an opportunity And took it willingly because When the cool night air met with the stuffy air of my tiny bedroom there you were And how? How is it that you being so fragile were so bold as to come here and I being so sturdy am too afraid to go where I must go?