i am golden,
and i choose to dance
through this fire
even though the blazing heat
continues to scorch my skin.

each step i take
is more painful than the other
for my feet burn
as i walk
on this blistering crucible.

i am surrounded by
unbearable hotness;
my lungs are being filled
with soot,
but i will rejoice in my suffering
for i know
i am golden
and that i am being refined
through the flames.

You wonder
why I wiggle
so much
why my legs
bounce,
and my hands
twitch.
Truth is,
my mind
can't slow down
It doesn't know
how to take a day off,
its far too good
at tormenting me
more and more
with each
passing second.

-JRM