Burn

But look, the sun is setting.
We wonder where the time has gone.
When did the future slip into the past?
All of our plans have burned,
Consumed by all-encompassing fire.
But where do they go to burn?
In that endless empty space inside?
Maybe those plans needed to be burned.
Maybe it was all just waiting to be reborn.
A setting sun means that a new one will rise tomorrow.
And with it, another day to burn.
My heart may be charred, but it will live on.
To make new plans,
Fire-proof plans.
To conquer the glorious sun.

Burn

Tiffany Wade

Joined March 2008

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