| So much work to do, but unable to move. My demons holding me in place. Screaming for help, as they only hear the wind rush by. Am i invisible? Am i awake? As I watch beautiful bright fire, it dances through the night. I ask the fire are you my friend or will you bite? For I must find myself, along the journey no matter the fight. I shall embark on a journey that knows no bound, but will take me Heaven to Ground. |