The heat of the sun beat down my bleak face, I gathered the sense that I was unwelcome
As I felt my skin swell, the heat tinting my ghostly hue, a bright shade of red
Precipitation overcame me, forcing a stream of sweat to bead down my forehead
Oh, the burning pain, the salt of my waste leaked from pore to pore.
Paradise? Oh paradise? I must have been mistaken.
I lifted my shirt overhead, revealing my half-sheltered torso, wiping away
Gathered moisture, and tossing away my new found rag among the fallen leaves
Ignoring the burning sensation, I looked up in awe to the forestsí blazing trees
Oh, burning hell, the tree had overdosed on photosynthesis
Paradise? Oh paradise? I must have been mistaken
I hurried, running faster than Iíd ever ran before, each step crunching the sun dried
Weeds, until; I stopped. I knew all was out of my control, so I stood my ground.
Standing alone in the circle of flames, silent, losing all hope that I would be found.
Oh, and the wind came whisking through the burning forest
Whispering , a breath of fresh air, paradise,
is never a mistake