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.
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