if saving every burden through burning truth of reality
what would it take
the falling undergoing trance
the elegance that life takes for granted
from skin and bone to smoke and mirrors
it's not the same as it is here
what am i to say
how am i to walk
without falling, without knowing
when our flame fades out, we'll know how to keep it burning
singeing the core of one's self.
walk backwards, stumble, turn back, whip lash
it takes its toll on a poor humans soul
if this is fate, i'm holding fast
my hands are waiting, shaking
taking on a fearful past
only to tear it all down
the air is no longer dry
instead of choking to survive
there is comfort
life
