Our minds are full of flammable thoughts,
filled with fodder for a wildfire.
Building up and breaking down a pile of plans and plots,
Day and night, night and day, We constantly conspire.

Combustible questions...
Volatile views...
I'm hoping your complacency,
will someday all be burned from you

The blaze that's made could burn the world.
It turns old thoughts to dust and ash.  
A furious inferno,
destroying all that's in its' path.

But fire doesn't always ****,
sometimes it's just a soft delight.
A tool to make delicious food,
A glow to brighten up the night.

We keep a dangerous company,
for when a conversation sparks,
maybe it will burn the world,
or perhaps it merely lights the dark