Fire Blanket

“In a world where those who wish to climb to the top and surpass the rest talk of their burning passion and raging inner fire, you’d do well to be a fire blanket.” – A random


Toy Stroy 4 leaves you wanting more
The Lion King makes you want to sing
Bright Burn has you aksing this; what chance would we have?

Different, Almost

In another life, people would say “He¬†was a good man.”
Scoundrel in others
Hopeless romantic throughout many
The true personification of evil, once
A weary old soul caught in the cycle, just like all the others
Head filled with dreams that aren’t really dreams but fragments of lives now dust
I wonder how they will remember me this time around.

Digging deep

Today is one with little left in the tank
Yesterday took it all too far
Each time it’s all left on the floor more and more time is needed
Is this the sign of how long I’ve got left
Or perhaps it’s something else
If they asked I’d do it all again
And again, and again, and, again
Summoning up all that remains
Going beyond what is conceivably left and thought possible
One last burst of glorious flame
Then finally it’ll all be over