Burning out 
I need a wave to crash 
These flames.  

Many don’t smell the smoke.
Others fan the fire
As I bake like a brick

Built to be a stepping stone;
The confined masses
struggle to stand.

Water does not resist evaporation
Ice does not resist the thaw.
Like how we resist change.

Bricks are hard to change,
Only on the surface
Otherwise we break.

We pieces of what was once clay.
We long to change again.
To be like water.

When the wave comes
I wonder if I’ll care about it
Submerging my life away.

As long as the fire ends
For my children, I won’t.