I sit here a man of an unquiet soul. Fiercely, fire seers within the inner most depths of my heart with violent and volatile flares spewing forth from the beast that lies so impatiently within. Cascading flames inundate the numerous chambers of my soul and surge through my veins like the wild fire that may only be tamed once its obsession has been realized.
Helplessly, a slave to this passion I have become. Oh so desperately, I plead for the serenity that accompanies a contented soul but not now. Not here. This insatiable flame has desires still left unfulfilled and like the slave waits for his freedom I too must bide my time until the beast relinquishes his hold. However eagerly I wait for the moment of detachment from you, rage forth young flame, for you are meant to embody greatness. Rage forth young flame. Rage forth.
C'est La Vie