floating around for a human with a soul,
with intention to match my own
my vanilla is melting, upside down,
the ice cream’s on top; not the cone
i’ll scare you away, but don’t be frightened,
when you don’t understand what you see
i don’t know what I’m doing, and you don’t either,
which one of us does that make free?
i question myself, so ill question you,
it won’t make either of us happy
we can stay here together in the slums of our minds,
put on your boots, no packing
we keep everyone away, no matter their beliefs,
don’t stop the ride yet, it’s impossible to see…
who i’ll decide to be tomorrow
C.M. Rose
Why Fire Burns 