Someone once said that the world would end in fire.
The heat and rage would take us all away
And we would be nothing, finally nothing.
Only an imprint on the ground,
A faint glow on the world that would carry on without us.
We can choose to be ignorant.
We choose to not see the flames,
To not feel the heat scorch our faces,
nor the ash under our feet.
We believe the delusions whispered in our ears.
We ignore the smoke on their breath
And the sparks in their eyes.
Theyāre not to blame, weāre not to blame.
We choke on our own lies,
Eyes stinging as we burn.
We canāt pretend anymore,
And some of us turn to face the blaze.
My world is on fire, how about yours?