For the Fire

For The Fire My life as a piece of driftwood. Passing through rivers and streams swimming into the ocean of hopes and dreams. Until a saving hand introduced a warmth I was dried and soaked under the sun I almost forgot the days and night of my aimless run. Like a dead I too had gone to the depths of my imagined grave but the turn of tides brought me ashore I always ask the heavens that I might reach it. I was hanged, I was heated, I was consumed, I slowly cried. To be a part of something I had never been to be a part of a whole under a Master's Scheme. Just to be a part of you and perish.