ABSINRAW

The more I live
the more I get,
how less I know.
How luck has dealt
such a sweet hand.
Such an allure
to own it all,
to say it was me.
If only then,
if ever, never.
But they can’t see
but they know it all.
Let them burn.
Let them seethe
in the pit
in their hearts.
Let them seethe.
Let them burn
in what they know
in what they don’t.
And the fan
and the flames
will burn my luck
will burn yours too.
So, show them now
so, the world doesn’t burn.