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| Power of the Flame 10-25-96 As I stare into the heart of the flame I release it's soul. I've given it the power of eternal life. I wish I could be like the fire. To have my soul freed by a simple glance. I would have the power of being myself. But no my soul freed by a simple glance. I would have the power of my being myself. But no my soul is forever trapped in a glass box. Nothing can help me my sanity will soon be lost. What is lost can neer be saved they say. But who are they? Why do they get to determine crazy from sane? Do this they say and you fall right in step. Forever trapping your soul and life. Bright flash and a piece of you is ripped from your heart. What is the result? A stranger pretending to be happy and perfect. But what is left of your soul. Each picture is stealing a piece of you. They try to break me. Almost succeding I start to follow but then all I can see is that one flame being set free for all eternity, never quite being put out and I snap out of it and run the other direction. Now i'm crazy because I choose left instead of right and run not walk. But am I the one who is crazy? Who, Now is sane, free of the harsh pre-set rules? Me and I am sane. |
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