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A Fire Is Lit

This is a mess,

I don’t want to test,

but it feels the best,

I don’t want to rest,

I’m not returning to the nest,

I’m going on a quest.

I can’t stop,

don’t stir the pot,

I’m not a robot,

I cannot rewrite the plot,

so don’t ever stop,

you’re my rock.

When wrong feels right,

I’m prepared to fight,

into the night,

your evil spite,

is clouding my sight,

can’t see the light.

This is it,

going into the pit,

no time to sit,

I’m going to rock this,

the fire is lit,

so admire this bit.

© 2017 Roseann Hipper

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