I often ask if it is worth it
Walking down that path
I once wrote of destruction
When I was less full of laughs

I head back, away to the start
I one day returned, and fed on the art.
I am mostly here, I am sometimes there
I have also consumed, ever caught up in care.

Sometimes when I visit, I stay for a spell.
Some days when I live it, I feel the earth quell.
The throbbings in my mind, slow my sense of time.
The fire so throughout, burns until I'm fine.