Don't play with fire if you're too cold
more than skewed and odd pieces haphazardly arranged trying to fit together trying to make sense
Life will give you choices
paths and roads and stories
like a bicycle you must keep moving
otherwise you'll crash
don't fight your beautiful mind
or shame your perfect body
come home to yourself
you are your only home
and everything I once looked at with awe
will become common and ordinary.
Until I return to my home town
and everything looks smaller
and far more beautiful.