There's a fire going out in the distance
I smell it but I can barely see it
The wind carried the smoke and it's filled with deception and dead cedar
It stings my nostrils but I can't get enough
It feels like gasoline and it's becoming addicting
I take a deep breath and hold it in
Dizzy, lightheaded, high -
I can't remember which way I was traveling
So I just keep walking, following the smoke
But it feels like I'm following a ghost
Stumbling forward, with someone surrounding me
I won't reach the fire tonight but I'll make a dent in the trek
And the morning to follow I will do the same
Breathe, follow, stumble forward
Until I reach the smoldering embers
So I can exhale the gasoline inside my lungs
And ignite the entire forest behind me
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
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