Diane

A warm weathered room, split by sunlight, doesn’t make me feel cool, here in this game, a race for your life, I don’t hold the reins, am not a fool, spinning cooked over lies, to see what you’re doing, my eyes feel the pain, your hands dance like fireflies, sooth them on their way, can you smell the ruins, do you cry inside, ask if someone needs you, when others renege, I’ll protect you at night, a moon on the causeway, in sandalwood dunes, you’ll be fine, you’ll see beloved, we have the fire.