Stoke The Fire

About you or me?
You know everybody get what come to them
Everybody is accountable for something
It's like therapy confess impossibilities
Words dripping like fresh honey
Dead money won't buy you fame
Clarity, need a new reality
Desperately seeking melody

In this melodramatic comedy, if you say so, I am the enemy
It used to never be, these endless possibilities
One size fits all momentarily, you say you need a remedy
You question me about charity

Choose your words carefully, 'cause you could stir up jealousy
The negativity is in need of positivity
Give me simple simplicity
Sensitivity, find space for my longevity

Tell me, do you have the capability to love enough
Just to show up when I am down in inactivity, uninspired
Can you tell me what's required to stoke the fire?
Am I to be inspired when I am tired?

Where are the endless possibilities?
If it is dead, what are the probabilities?
Do I need to remind you of accountability?
All I need is a little sympathy
Not a sad song or a symphony
I have seen the heart of infinity