So I set fire to everything I touch.
To everything that truly matters.
These flame-filled fingertips are a hazard
that oceans cannot tame.
And with time comes commitment,
but the winds have carried ours to heights just barely
out of reach.
And will the sun still shine tomorrow,
or will the clouds come rolling in?
This carousel mind is getting out of hand—
for thoughts are jumbled, mixed, and spearated—
all in a fit of confusion.
The blood in my veins thick with desperation.