There is a certain state of mind,
in which you yourself may find:
An incessant ticking,
like a little miner picking,
But really it's a thought just barely sticking.
Of course what you want, what you truly desire
Is that someone, something will burn and inspire.
However, you forget there are different types of fire.
There are those that crackle merrily,
and those that spark sparingly.
But the worst are those that do consume,
in their smoke is spelled impending doom.
Sadly in your current paradigm,
you believe that you are fine,
and as the heat comes rolling in,
you are busy with the pretty words you spin.
No, you wont even notice,
until your situation's hopeless.
For your sleeves and your hands have caught aflame,
and you have no name to curse in pain,
you have only yourself to blame,
as in your words you begin to burn away.
in which you yourself may find:
An incessant ticking,
like a little miner picking,
But really it's a thought just barely sticking.
Of course what you want, what you truly desire
Is that someone, something will burn and inspire.
However, you forget there are different types of fire.
There are those that crackle merrily,
and those that spark sparingly.
But the worst are those that do consume,
in their smoke is spelled impending doom.
Sadly in your current paradigm,
you believe that you are fine,
and as the heat comes rolling in,
you are busy with the pretty words you spin.
No, you wont even notice,
until your situation's hopeless.
For your sleeves and your hands have caught aflame,
and you have no name to curse in pain,
you have only yourself to blame,
as in your words you begin to burn away.
