VOLCANO FUEL

Volcano Fuel

His heart was hard as a bone
Harder than a stone

Struck with hammer, sparks would fly
Nothing could get in or out of this guy

Putting on a nice face for all to see
He mastered the art of fakery

No one understood this powerful man
His attitude shifted with the sand

Worldly successful in all he did
Through it all, the heart held its lid

What can ever change this man you ask?
Will he ever remove the mask?

Years gone by, he refused to change
Feeding the ego, he found others to blame

Zero to seventy went real fast
He believed in himself, all will last

Gone and forgotten, who can remember?
Is he down in hell glowing like an ember?

I look into the mirror, and check close to see
Is there any part of him, in me?







Wayne E. DeWitt, November 10,2002