While Rome Burns

When you’re sure no-one is looking
you strike up a match
and set up a fire just for yourself
so you can have some ashes to dance on
after you find the catch

Fan the flames
a fan of the flames
never naming names
always playing games

You learned that little tune
to which your heart moves
when you were just a little child
and that lullaby, unfortunately
was as morbid as any of the other stories
that you heard before bedtime

Without a name
a fan of the flames
always playing games
dancing, always the same

You don’t ask for directions
not when you want to be lost
in the sense of going nowhere
and not wanting to get there anyway
but still, in your wandering
didn’t you ever notice
that where you arrived, always
counted for everything?

You left your Rome to burn
and you just escaped
steering yourself by the fires
the things you set ablaze
to get to your Nowhere
because you wanted to see it for yourself
because you just needed to be there

You don’t ask for directions
not when you want to be lost
in the sense of going nowhere
and not wanting to get there anyway
but still, in your wandering
didn’t you ever notice
that where you arrived, always
counted for everything?

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