The Fire is Gone

You march across the platform With you papers in your fist Brimming with intelligence and vinegar, and piss You're cocksure that you'll rule the world In no time at all As reality, it stalks you from The shadows in the hall Suddenly you're hired Ignited with desire You swear you'll never tire, and that Your fire will never be gone The cards have all been dealt And the antes have been paid Headlong, in you charge Yoward theatrical foray Pausing only for a moment As lost, you turn around Cursing your progenitor In quickly sinking ground Caught within this mire Smoldering in ire You hear your inner chior Chanting "Your fire is gone" Resolve yourself to stand up straight And take that higher path Shielding guilty wretches As you face impending wrath Daggers in your back Hot tongues licking at your heels So hoist the sails, adjust the course, But keep an even keel Alone, you conspire Enflamed at your pyre Cursing the liars Denying your fire is gone Days fade into weeks and months As time is running dry Blood and soul depleted Friends just ghosts of days gone by Bony hands reach out for you To join their cold embrace So fall in time with the machine, Your being is erased It's down to the wire Your situation's dire You're beaten, bruised and tired Now that your fire You swear that your fire Now that your fire is gone