This is about me
This is about my mind
I stall, when my engine hits the sky
I flail, when there are no other Pokemon in my pokebelt
I guess, if you insist upon it, I can tolerate abuse
But I’m the lowest on the chain
Fiscally responsible, still dreaming
Nothing too important is gone
Just mountains of livelihood
Tunnels of security
The engineering required to brave the natural problems that come up
Will will will me to recovery?
I am the low one
Will sadness be my saving grace?
It’s hard to explain, but everything can be charred
All materials combust with enough heat applied
And so I, like the Jews, hide from power
The borders are still open
Naturally, I go when I can
I am burnt dirt
I am the stick in the mud, on fire
I am the mud
I am the fire
