Set the fire to the third bar

This feeling is playing with fire

Toying with it like ignorance, but it is inescapable.

Of that distant dark places only light is the escape.

I just close my eyes and dream. And think

For a second or more …

“When something is so divine, it is the fuel to that fire; the escape from that distant dark places” Then I open my eyes and pray

Pray that I if I fall hard from this dream, an angel would pick me up and hold me.

But this is no peace because this feeling is playing with fire

Words are lingering here and there, shouting and screaming “You fool! You fool!”

And then … I’m here nor there

Confused in my own questions of what and why

Fire is dangerous and it is inescapable.