Burning is of our essence

You've heard: "Eat to live, Live to Eat"
But what is it that demands that you stand on two feet
Why do you get up in the morning, and what do you craft with your hands
What is it that just being YOU demands

If you don't have two feet... and only your soul
Where is your niche, at base, what is your role
What is it inside you that makes your life flow

Having nothing being a "n0 0ne"...
to having everything, knowing everyone...
life could be a jolly joke since it's all about fun
or life could be smoke, above the fire of ruin...
It depends on how you embrace the basest of your soul
How you stand on this land and how you face-out your role

You may ponder your fate
your place on the plate
(or your role in the bowl?)
and the grand illusion that it's Your Lifetime that's great.
While it may all just be muck
the big cosmic goo
that really, reality, is N0thing to you.
Or maybe it's grand
You're a piece of the sand
and you have the gall to reshape it all

Whatever your role, in the psychadelic black hole
However you weave through the depths with your soul
In vain we fight our nature
But time takes its toll
And gradually we burn to embers and coal.