Inside the dark and dreay cave I lived, until one day a fire was lite providing me warmth to live by, seeing from inside the inner walls of my veins, flowing over jagged rocks like blades slicing the water in too, now traveling in many directions like roadways. Oh, oh look, the beautiful scenery outside. Look, I am inside, inside the lite cave, no longer in the dark dreay cave, for the fire has lite my way. In spite of it all, the fire is inside it shows us our way. Like an old skeleton key on a ring that fits just right. The bush never burnt.