The Fire Is The Test

by Sylvia Stout

Life is long, and it’s only getting longer
It might not kill you, but it hurts to get stronger
All that fear; refuse to let it linger
I’ll be your release, baby
But you gotta pull the trigger
While it’s true, I might be wrapped around your finger
I’ve got you in my palm, baby, tell me- which is bigger?
No matter what you choose, sugar
I’ll always ask you how you figure
How you figure me out?
How do you figure me out?
A clever little lioness, ferocious avocation
Intolerant of cowardess, avid collaborator
Contribute to the coalition of united flavor
Favoring the underdog in its collective fervor
That’s the genesis, beginning, the creator
Of all ideas that will come later,
Future ideations, iterations, I’m the prayer
I’m the sinner, and I’m the savior

I own my own perverse behavior, and
I own my own divine nature-
God, guru, and self; just antiquated nomenclature
If I’m the sculptor, you’re the heat to my clay
Break me down, make me move every which way
I’ll take my shape in the wake you’ve left
The kiln in my heart; the fire is the test x3
Life is long, and it’s only getting longer
It might not kill you, but it hurts to get stronger
All that fear; refuse to let it linger
I’ll be your release, baby
But you gotta pull the trigger
While it’s true, I might be wrapped around your finger
I’ve got you in my palm, baby, tell me- which is bigger?
No matter what you choose, sugar
I’ll always ask you how you figure…
How you figure me out?
How do you figure me out?