Residual Embers

I threw water on the fire, watched smoke billow From below it. I'd been so wrapped up in contemplation, I'd witnessed peace, I didn't yet know it. In the residuals floated embers, Lay the figments of my reflections. As I'd been so blind to the big picture, My fictions reigned, I couldn't help but live here. So I hoped I could escape for a While. I could be wrong, putting faith in nonsense, But I'd be free To avoid everything. Both bad and good, I misunderstood. That's not a life worth living. It took me years to paint the image, And for the image to educate me. I tend to believe that I have the answers, But knowing I don't is a lesson worth needing. So I accepted bizarre behavior. Any action may be unfit. While we could have the best intentions, We could still be wrong and never know it. Well, I hoped I could escape for a while. I could be wrong, putting faith in nonsense, But I'd be free. I'd avoid everything, Both bad and good, I misunderstood. That's not a life worth living. I hoped I could escape for while. I could be wrong, putting faith in nonsense, But I'd be free. I'd avoid everyone under the sun. No good left in fun if your fun is Anything. I could stand above the fire and watch smoke Dispel upon the sunset. I could have a conversation related to peace as I now know it. I hope