The Burning Ground

I can feel the ground burning beneath my feet.

I wish I could keep all the promises,

Predict every consequence.

The ground dances, glances at my eyes,

Fills them with water, 

I wish I was bolder so that I could shoulder 

Insanity, that feels a lot like vice.

An unfinished story fills the space —

Is that a phase in which I face all the glory

That one day may ruin me?

It is a clue I need to set me free, 

Accidentally, it is right beneath my feet.

The burning ground. I’m stepping down

In fear of being overwhelmed, 

I may prevent the ruinous and furious glance.

It stands with me from rhyme to rhyme.

It breaths and sets my feet aflame — it’s nothing but a childish game,

In which I’m destined to resign.

The ground burns, it’s right on time,

So that I whisper —

Make it rain.