Two parallel lines of the same path never merge, never meet. I’m wasting my time. Cursing won’t solve anything. My mind is saturated. Too many things in a small room. I should probably slow down. So many stacked chairs. I cannot sit down. I’ve got this fire in my soul Burning through my veins The energy does not let me sleep, does not let me rest. It drills my brain at 3 am. Pressure on my ribcage. Inside out. Everywhere and nowhere to run to. Two parallel lines of the same path never merge, never meet. Yet they are only parallel to those who close one eye. And as a form of protection we became blind We became somebody else out of wrath. I’ve got this fire in my heart Burning through my veins The ambition does not let me sleep, does not let me rest. The thoughts in my head hurt Again, they drill my brain at 4 am. Pressure on my throat. Breath in, Breath in breath in breath in *breath out deeply* Everywhere to run to. Two parallel lines of the same path never merge, never meet. So … many .... stacked … chairs. Yet, they are only stacked to those who close one eye. And as a form of protection we ...could avoid giving up. We indeed became blind and could only see one path. I’ve got this fire within me Burning, shinning, glowing, beaming, biting, crazing, I cannot slow down. I cannot accept the mediocity. The paths are not parallel The chairs are not stacked I have got this fire I cannot let it fade I cannot simply let it go I will let it inspire me I no longer hold it on. ***