If it burns….
I like the fire. It gives me a sense of safety, as if everything will be all right. The light at the end of the tunnel. It never sleeps. The ramblings of an incoherent mind, like mine. I wonder why the light never sleeps. Does it not get tired? Maybe it doesn't. That fire must need no fuel.
I wake. Roaring for freedom, as I feel the pain of my ancestors dreams crashing down upon my shoulder.
O great dragon, you must escape.
For once, the fire dares not come from my gaping maw, as if it itself is afraid of the challenge I face.