Fight for Flames
it began with a spark
lightning struck and i fell in love
the fire blazed uncontrollably
flames and i danced wildly
untaped untrained untamed
but free
Then they came
They bursted in with their
laws and rules and orders.
Their structure and their organization.
They left me with nothing
only dying embers and coals.
No, they never truly left me.
They held on to manipulate me.
They stayed to fan my flames;
To build my fire,
And force me to become this.
One day,
Perhaps,
I will break free;
Escape to find the flames.
No, I will never be the same,
Nor will I ever play with fire again.
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