It’s Cold & I Wish It Was Warmer….

So, I had to build a fire.


CRISP AIR AGAINST THE WALLS
OF MY LUNGS, AND THEY FALL
LIKE THE DEW UPON THE LEAVES
fire girlCRUMPLING BENEATH MY FEET.

AS I WALK, MY MIND IS RACING.
& MY BREATH IS ALWAYS PACING.
CAUSE I’M STUCK IN THE MOMENT THAT I FEEL,
BUT I’M LOST IN CROWDS THAT CAN’T BE REAL.

ALL EYES LOOKING FOR THE DAWN,
TRYING TO ESCAPE ALL THE WRONGS
THAT ARE SIMULTANEOUSLY CRAWL-ING
FROM THE GRINS OF SMUG GOBLINS

…THAT WILL SOON TURN TO STONE

AND ITS COLD OUT HERE – ALL ALONE.
BUT AT LEAST I’M BEING STRONG.
THROWING STICKS, STONES, AND KINDLE
ON THIS FIRE THAT IS MY WILL…


CAUSE I KNOW WHEN FLAMES GO OUT:
I WILL BURN.