It's a fire smelted from fire,
To buy even the finest can't hire,
Locked deep down with dire,
Having it shalln't bring admire.
Slowly edging the brim,
Cracking the bottom with grim,
Creeping into thy dream,
Feeding its endless stream.
The epitome of all not just,
It's in the air it's in the dust,
Don't want it yet we must,
Stronger than even the mightiest gust.
It's inside us all,
Waiting for its chance to maul,
At the walls we built so tall,
To keep it from having a ball.
