Free Burning -

Lights alive tantalize

Littered streets of despair

Weaving thru the fabric’s ooze

Sneaking with silent care

Darkness moving down the hall

Creeping sounds creaking out

Shadowy shapes, black in form

Bump the room door sound

The room door sound

Free burning

Rolling in, destined to find a place

Free burning

Sparks of light

Free burning

Rolling in

Free burning

Past the little red burning, burning wagon along the walls

The walls are tuning of grey

Living balloons circle part of the room

Down, down in the corner, in the corner to play

So go upstairs to the attic packed

Where knowledge and books and pictures become one

In the scheme of things

Once something’s finished

There’s always something to be done

Free burning

Savoring the minute at hand

Free burning

Flames are high

Free burning

Savoring

Free burning

In the race to capture the chase

After all is done and done

Forgetting what memory finds

Start anew, star anew with more to lose

Return to the scene of the grime