black smoke curls frantically up toward the ceiling
the flame flickering and dancing like mad
i took the fire’s life, killing it before it killed
and i am a murderer, for i have massacred dreams
cords of cobweb could not bind me fast
i outran the folly of my own creating
burning every bridge
Why is it easy for us never to look back? Which has more courage….never to look back or to go back and see what we have left behind. Feels like both situations are difficult.