My dreams fell off the mantle
and the maid came in to sweep
now my shatter conclusions
are in the trash quite deep.

I have never been one
to extract from the dead
anything I needed
for anything in my head

I have always tried,
to sow new fertile ground
but they flames which in engulf
will give something profound.

Just like the death of some,
may very well feed my fuel
but my fuel would never feed me
for I am just a fool.