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