Irons in the fire and life is in the black
Brought to the point of no return and back
Living on the edge of the world in my ancestors' berth
Watering the flowerchildren bursting from the earth
I'll have a garden by the sundown and a forest by the dawn
A feast to gather and an art to subside on
I want for everything, but I did not ask for this
Where he who studies all his life finds bliss in ignorance
Where I could be a monster and I'd still command your pride
Where waters flood my mind, I hang my memories to dry
and watch the colors run
Down on galaxies of sand
I'm feeling stronger every day
Ready to leap and hoping to land
To emerge from my home in the waves
and breathe
Deepen the breathing, deepen the voice
Deepen these dimensions down to a point
And release your focus to roam in the mist
of whatever you've allowed to exist
Irons in the fire and things are heating up
You never know, this could be enough
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