I have this feeling that is fire.
I feel it as it grows wild.
It connects to many things.
As does the power of life.
That power struggle will cease, right?
Fumbling through the world.
Setting everything a blaze.
I want to harness this flame.
I want to use it to light my way.
Light the beacons through my brain.
Let the cobwebs burn.
See through the haze.
The parts of my brain that have been away.
The part of my soul that is wasted away.
I have found the light and will let it lead the way.
The path I have found hasn't lead me astray.
I will find the secret to open the gate.
To the fire inside of me.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
I have this feeling that is fire.
I feel it as it grows wild.
It connects to many things.
As does the power of life.
That power struggle will cease, right?
Fumbling through the world.
Setting everything a blaze.
I want to harness this flame.
I want to use it to light my way.
Light the beacons through my brain.
Let the cobwebs burn.
See through the haze.
The parts of my brain that have been away.
The part of my soul that is wasted away.
I have found the light and will let it lead the way.
The path I have found hasn't lead me astray.
I will find the secret to open the gate.
To the fire inside of me.
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