Visions of Flames
Twas the night before reality when all through my mind,
Not a sane thought was stirring, not even one kind.
See, there was a fire that would be lit with the utmost care,
And I would possibly walk on it in front of everyone there.
As I lay safely nuzzled that night in my bed,
Visions of flames flared in my head.
Didn’t my mother teach me to be safe?
All the while the next day I may burn at the stake.
When the time came, out on the lawn
I stood there with everyone looking upon
A blaze so big, a blaze so fierce
My feet questioning the soon-to-be pierce.
It was time to decide. What would I do?
Would I jump on this crazy train ride too?
You bet I did, I crushed those coals,
Never mind I no longer have soles.
— Vanessa Adams