Putting out fires No time for today Its already over Notes on the desk Frenzied notes on the door Forget the reminder Remember the forgotten Frantic crescendo A contained scream Hysteria hold it down Burning in my stomach
I wonder what will I do when the fires die out? Will I smolder and disappear? I was designed by the fires Am defined by the fires Have the burns become too severe?
Putting out fires The forward momentum Pushes and crushes Presses me onward Into tomorrow Without a glance backwards My inertia overcome My senses overpowered Cant keep track of Everything that must be done Sooner than yesterday
The clock is my worst enemy The pounding eats away at me It never stops It never stops This burning in my stomach.