spark 2

Burn thy hair said dionysius.

I never knew what he meant

Until I found myself looking

To the still time

The waste of my past efforts

The spring of my last slumber.

Sprinkle the ashes behind you

See the sunrise above you

Chase the sun

I burnt the house of sloth with my hair

What's left, is a self reflection of my fears

It's a temporary illusion.

Finally I could wake up.