I am not a torn Rainbow... overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am I smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
Maybe I am just lost, in my self deluded magnificent ways? that could and seem to take only myself higher...?
All said and done, at least I am No...cheap, heartless...or cold holding liar.
I am just...for ever more...chasing the warmth of my fire.
James Irwin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-illusion-of-confusion-2/
