Sleepless in the Saddle

Tossing and turning
In my bed
The world's burning
From the matches I lit
But I can't be concerned, and
I'm learning
I'm spurning
The lessons of lesser
These lessons of yearning

I'm turning
I'm tossing
All these things that I'm lost in
Wasting away
As I Pay
What it's costing
My heart like a cake
My soul like the frosting

I'm leaving
I'm grieving
Set up by believing
But the fire still rages
And the flames
Are still weaving
Searing through thoughts
In a mind of retreating

So I toss and I turn
Into infinity - Burn
Making my way
Through the flames
Through the churn
Ashes my lashes
Whipped and returned