Maybe if had I derailed my thought process
I could elevate to a misplaced next-best

That train is off the tracks,
Thrown from a window
Thrown from my life

Tossed just far enough
To see I'm better off
Without a a single
Mile of that 
Laid into my ground


You once carried a flame but
Since then you've let
It fade out,

Meant no harm in it. 
Fell off deep with it.
Gone off fast with it, but
Now I must be done with it.

You once carried my torch but
Since then you've let
It burn out,

Common place.
Palace guards.
Rusted face.

Let it swirl, let it swirl,


You once carried a fire...