The smoke it grows above the smoggy air
The fire cracks and leaps with reckless care
The people dance around the spreading flames
Glad that their toils will end in senseless games
They kick another piece of burning wood
And smile at this as only humans could
Months went into this careful cut and paste
They can't help but to think, 'oh, what a waste'
Neatly sanded wood thrown in a fire
Crackle as the flames grow bright, grow higher.
We feel a strange and giddy kind of glee
Strong stress that's lifted far away from me.
The flames soon die, we leave the fire pit.
All that's left is black and crumbling grit.
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