And so the social bushfire was lit
And I wouldn't survive but I knew that
And the opportunity for growth made it worth it
And I purged myself so others could remain intact
All these pitiful attempts at insight - ham handed language, clumsy interpretations of rough ideas had by many
Petrified the ma**es of men would turn and deem me unworthy
Yearning to attempt - in spite of this - lest a mindset go forgotten in time
I've seen my bloom
Glimpsed that dusky orange future;
I deem myself worthy