The Treadmill

You set my soul on fire like a stack of straw. You were there to set the blaze, but where were you when it became ash. In the evidence of absence, I realize i was a fool, trying to get by on my belly. Not being noticed by the swarm of emotion that is love, i crawl as fast as i can. Running on that treadmill, going no place all the time. So i rebuild, and look for a new match to strike me. Please, go ahead and light me again baby. Make it burn, and then say goodbye. You cute little pyro.