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.