It is a strange thing

It is a strange thing
To light a fire indoors
In a room full of furniture
Made of wood and cloth

It draws us back to our barbaric roots
To be so comfortable so close to fire

The chaos is isolated
A tornado encaged
Kept under control
It enthralls and comforts
When kept under control

To catch your eye
Is to light a fire so close, too close
Enough to burn everything
So I look away
Trying to keep it under control

Of course
The fire burns
And sparks
And spreads
I cannot keep you under control
I fan the flames
Like running to and from the shoreline
Trying not to get wet
Feigning fear
Making excuses
When all I want to do is dive in