Riding down the interstate
Watching the cars race by
I picture myself standing on top of the world
Just watching it burn
Burn to impotent ash
You ignoring it until it gets too close for comfort
Then you run, don't try to put it out, just run
Don't look back, it might see you trying to run away
Why play with the flame
When it so easy to make it go away
Amber R. Roan
7.12.11
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