I would love to watch the world burn
with me standing in the middle of it
to see the fire dance before my eyes
the shadows it casts
the embers thrown up creating stars
sparks flying everywhere.
the thoughts of mine
I’m a million pieces scattered on the ground
and there’s no-one to help me pick them up.
But that’s life is it not?
You fall, you bleed, you pick yourself up, you move on.
But it always seems that I missed a few pieces.
the deep thoughts of mine