Burn

Be
‘Cause it’s your turn.

Burn Baby Burn !

Self-preservation is a logical concern.
Self-immolation rightly seems stern.

Burn Baby Burn !

The log burns exponentially brighter when the right mind is left.
There, where fire sowed life, lives afire seem stress.

Burn Baby Burn !

For the flames you yearn, once your inside’s been stirrn.
When intensity rises to safety you turn.
Only, then again, for the flames you yearn.

Will you die yearning or start burning?
Them wheels keep on churning.
Left, Right or center?
How to stay unwavering when fire licks, kicks and burns?

Discern
If it’s true it cannot burn.

Remember
The log burns exponentially brighter when the right mind is left.
There, where fire sewed life, lives a fire seamstress.

Just burn !

Anyways,
The only place you’re headed is the urn.