I stood at the edge of a forest

Fear grabbing my neck

Passion burning at my feet

I sank my hands into the soil, yearning to grow

When I first found my fire

It kept me warm, it gave me life

But as the night fell darker it started to fade

I cut down trees with my teeth to keep it alive I had to I had to

My stomach turned as I watched the fire rise deep into the black sky

I needed to reach higher higher higher higher it was burning me alive until -

The morning sun showed me,

I was standing in a desert

And I looked at my feet and asked

Why aren’t you burning from passion

And they said,

Because fear isn’t grabbing your neck anymore