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.
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