My mind is on fire
burning with what’s left of me
half of me
the fire burns me with third-degree

My mind is on fire with things I can’t conceive
it’s blurred with my tears and my regret
regret of tomorrow

My mind is that of ashes
I’m no longer here
I’m in the wind
but my mind was on fire long before my departure.

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