If I walk slowly around the flames
I won’t get burned. But every time
I try to bypass them, a land mine
blasts me into pieces so little,
I’m not sure if it was me being blown up.
If I stay where I am,
The wind will pull the fire closer.
I’ll be a pitched black corpse, but tell me,
Am I not one already?
Walking dumb and shadowy,
Fading away as I do my daily routine,
Going to bed invisible and grim.
I’ve been through dust from volcanoes you created,
You’ve been through ashes from flames I put,
When two elements don’t join together
Through the worst
Maybe they’re not meant to be in love.
If we meet someday under the same stars,
we might have a chance to make it right.
And like your eyes meet mine sometimes,
I know we’ll have each other’s back through life.
We collided like rock and sea
in a stormy morning,
and I swear I could see…
How fire with fire could be free…
In a morning…
Full of mistery.