Some Wood On Fire

I burn the old wood to be warm enough
so I can write this with no pain in my hands
although I was about to write something completely different
this hit my head and now I have to take it out, before it hurts
somewhere along the way, I forgot to grow up
guess it was not necessary at the time
that's why the shock, the glow and the gaze
something different that I took the only way I knew
and it did some good to someone isolated
even when you always look at us as dumb kids
nothing you can assimilate even going in reverse...
and absolutely nothing we do will prove us otherwise
even if those actions took us to unwanted results
on those short periods of time when all that we learn
differs almost completely on what we came here to learn
my guts tells me, I'm always been on people's blindside
and actually it's ok
tough not so fine when your mind wanted something else
and got a lot it did not deserve
and a year from it had ended
the good, the bad and the ugly have passed
we forgot all that we don't need
though I'm still working on it
walking back slowly to isolation...
seeing how blindly I barked at the wrong tree, long time ago
a crying game in reverse, totally upside down
then I'll see a lot of what I could set on fire
and I should burn them to the ground, for my own sake
leave all that room for the fresh which comes with no price tags
I'll be blocked, I'll be banned, I'll be forgotten as well
it's necessary, and I'll embrace it
cool stuff needed for my own redemption
these kids knew new stuff
and got older with a lot to mend
it does not matter whatever the rest thinks or not
as far as I'm concerned
we all will be exploited
as far and as long as we can hold
as long as our diseases will allow
kids and their mistakes will go somewhere else
new stuff in mind
just forget we've spoken, forget who we are
it won't make any difference at all
the world will not change
just perhaps the words we use
and the tunes we play...
wood gave up some time ago but the pain it's gone
now candles are about to faint
and my own ink is running dry
no more to say except farewell
and keep the practice, ignoring it all