How many sparks can you fit in your head,
which ones will jump out before you are dead,
which ones will just flicker and stay,
how many of them will dare burn away?
What can you do with the ones that are left,
how will you handle their crackling sound,
how long will it be until you are deaf,
when will your fire stop spinning around?
Better keep walking, one sparkle at a time,
and leave some fiery red footprints behind,
take a good sip of that throat-burning tea
and let the fire decide who you want to be.
