Tonight. Well, it was busier than what I like.
Birthday Dinner for your Mum… then Bar #1.
Soon we skipped along to the second.
Where I beat you in all games present.
Though, I’m no good at pool or darts….
I think I’ve found a portion of your heart.
It’s so damn hard, being hard.
It’s really tough, being tough.
It’s takes more strength to be raw.
And I truly cannot balance it all.
Show me your weaknesses, I beg.
Show me your desires –
To know what makes
Because I am a fire
and I cannot lose my flame
So, I had to build a fire.
CRISP AIR AGAINST THE WALLS
OF MY LUNGS, AND THEY FALL
LIKE THE DEW UPON THE LEAVES
CRUMPLING 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.