Something Burns

I think I slipped up
I should have stepped down,
instead I stepped up.
Lost without a sound

Trying to make out the words
is like catching live birds.
They float, they flitter, they splat.
it's pitter patter pat.

I think I fell down
I should have stood up
instead I sat down
Lost into the ground

Something fell from the blue sky
What is that I do spy?
Images twist, criss and cross
For words, I'm at a loss

I think I woke up
I should have slid by
Instead I froze up
Lost without a sigh

Something red burns around me
From it I can not flee
A pilot light, sparks, wanes, bursts
Maybe this is the worst

I think I failed hard
I should have gone next
Instead I hit hard
Lost without the text

Trying to escape the sand
I can not see my hand
Effervescent, float, rise, sink
Vanish into the drink

I think I started left
I should have thought right
Instead I turned left
Lost without a fight

A beat from within my soul
something cries, "It was stole--"
Internal mind, thump, bump, blaze
so begins happy days.

~ NoR3450N ~