Cursed be the dreamer.
Cursed be the one who runs towards the open flame hoping they can dowse it.
Because that’s the thing.
Not all flames want to be quenched.
Some just want to burn.

And this is going to end in flames.
I feel it.
I feel it somewhere deep within my bones.
Our fate is embedded in the marrow.
I can’t change a single thing.
No matter how much I dream.

At least I think.
I say, yet you don’t get it.
How do you erase what is in ink?
I say, yet you don’t understand.
The words I said.
I say, yet you don’t get it.
And the words I dread.
I say, yet you understand.
Will do more than suffice.
I say, yet you don’t get it.
And yet I must pay the price.
I say, yet you don’t understand.