And so the social bushfire was lit

And I wouldn't survive but I knew that

And the opportunity for growth made it worth it

And I purged myself so others could remain intact

All these pitiful attempts at insight - ham handed language, clumsy interpretations of rough ideas had by many

Petrified the masses of men would turn and deem me unworthy

Yearning to attempt - in spite of this - lest a mindset go forgotten in time

I've seen my bloom

Glimpsed that dusky orange future;

I deem myself worthy