I have dream amnesia,
I wake left with only the heaviness I feel. The dangerous nostalgia, a sense that everything I am in this life is not entirely real.
We rise, we fall, we rise again.
The red hot smokey wild fires have left our skies stained.
We stayed up all night to watch it all end, and yet, the sun rose again.
We had everything and we drowned in it. So we sank, we celebrated, self medicated and drank.
Deceived in the dark, the heat of the flame had expired.
I could no longer feel the spark, so I had to set the fire.