I came out here to live, 
To burn bridges, 
Play with fire. 
To breathe in the smoke. 

I came out here to gulp life, 
Slurp it through a straw, 
To drink pretend wine while lying 
By the fire and being poetry. 

I heard gunshots in the distance. 
Deer scattered in redneck heaven. 
I came out here to light a fire in me, 
To find a way to burn infinitely. 

And everything came. 
Peace, air to breathe, 
A fire to warm me. 
Realizations. 

Everything was there. 
I was refreshed. 
Renewed. 
Reborn. 

Repainted.

-November 10th, 2001-