He is the Melting ***
Cast Iron
A dreamer of the day as Lawrence foretold
To even dare the possibility of revealing the old truth
Gives way to a long pause
A drawn in breath that if held in long enough will boil over
And before boiling over that whistle will demand attention
First and foremost

He says his name aloud and turns away
His mind bounding to the next grandiose idea
The next afformation to improve upon
The next trait to emulate
The next ideal

Never giving heed to the fire at his side
Making his insides churn
He cannot release what lies within
So he carries it around

Being Cast Iron
Yet there is only what he can do
Being Cast Iron
And all that he can be