Koori Renchuu
Always look for the heart in things!
Fire and Ice
I wait for the day my eyes burn with fire,
The soul inside is caked with icy mire.
Why can’t I just find the driftwood to ignite
This heart that longs to step into the light?
My heart is a ball of fire made crystal
Waiting to go absolutely postal
Over the enlightenment that I need
In order to find the tools to succeed.
I guess I spent too long in the cooling
Air to do my duties and get to tooling
The skills that this planet requires of me
To live my life out and live happily.
I surrender too soon, let myself down
And at this rate, I’ll never get the crown
That gives me my purpose and sustains my dreams.
At times the frostbite propels my own screams.
Fire would let me die in relative peace
So that I would just die and begin to cease
The psychosis that I have in my own;
And from the ashes that stay would be grown
A me who knows what is needed to live
In this world that will seldomly forgive
The follies of those who are in the ice.
My life isn’t one hundred percent nice
But that is how one lives when in the cold ice.
I wait for the day my eyes burn with fire,
The soul inside is caked with icy mire.
Why can’t I just find the driftwood to ignite
This heart that longs to step into the light?
My heart is a ball of fire made crystal
Waiting to go absolutely postal
Over the enlightenment that I need
In order to find the tools to succeed.
I guess I spent too long in the cooling
Air to do my duties and get to tooling
The skills that this planet requires of me
To live my life out and live happily.
I surrender too soon, let myself down
And at this rate, I’ll never get the crown
That gives me my purpose and sustains my dreams.
At times the frostbite propels my own screams.
Fire would let me die in relative peace
So that I would just die and begin to cease
The psychosis that I have in my own;
And from the ashes that stay would be grown
A me who knows what is needed to live
In this world that will seldomly forgive
The follies of those who are in the ice.
My life isn’t one hundred percent nice
But that is how one lives when in the cold ice.