Chopping wood
Feed the Fire
Chopping Wood
Fuel entirely
Something stronger than you
Less forgiving than you
More reckless than you
But you don’t stop
And you don’t know why
(It’s a) state of compulsive mind
Chopping wood
Feed the fire
Chopping wood
It burns entirely
Hungrier than you
But it rages like you
It’s darker than you
So full of light
And you don’t know why
(It’s a) state of compulsive mind
Chopping wood
Wiping sawdust from your eyes
Looking up
Raining splinters from the sky
Hunting with an absent mind
Burn yourself alive
It’s all you’ve ever lived by
Now you’re over-exposed and blind
It’s a state of, a state of
It’s a state of compulsive mind
There’s a mystery in the flames
There’s an urge you can’t explain
It crackles and burns
Soothes the rain
But there’s a peace in the dark
And the beauty of stars
Abundance reborn
The freshness of dawn
Walk away from the eclipsing light
That leaves you living in the shadows of your own life
Start building from the ground up x 4
Chopping wood
Dance with fire
Chopping wood
Taming dragons
Chopping wood x 3
It’s a passion for fuel
Curious for truth
Inspiring renew
You know why
It’s a passion for fuel
Curious for truth
Inspiring renew
You know why
You know why
Its state of, a state of,
It’s a state of compulsive mind
© 2013. Jo Bywater.