The fire that burns
or that feeling in you're stomach that turns turns turns
the fluttering butterflies
that you rely on
and the sailors in their boats that stir up monsoons

i'm a man in a row boat.
taking on invisible tidle waves
and bearing my soul to posiedon

i'm sitting in still water as far as you're concerned
noticing the low flame in your hearth
and wishing i could go to land and add wood to your stove

But i cant

I cant survive off feeding you're fire
i need to take on the ocean in my boat