So you want to use me?
So you want to see where is the edge?
Your aim isn't to light gas on fire so
much as find the flashpoint
definitively so when you come back
you'll be in that safety zone, the
one where you retain full control
over each crease and fold
But each moment to unwind
my eyes roll up, tune out, my
memories display corporeal
because it's my distinct disorder
I live in fear of the guilt
my only reprieve found in glass
containing first liquid and plant
consumed into ash and emptiness
that grants me passage to escape
to pen and paper may in the
end, only leave me mindful

I'm not the money tree grown
on the coastal
cliffside, nor the home
you've been dreaming up
worlds away from here
-- Gone
When I know I am
-- Gone
Worlds away from here
-- Gone
What will I do
-- With my new papers
With so much freedom?
Free from shackles and
collar

I wasn't born for you,
born from you