Pyromane

'cause time is running out, don't you feel?
And the haze is splitting open.

I don't know where to go. The desire to close my eyes, hear my heart pounding mad, my feet hitting the ground, spinning, the eyes looking up at the blue of the sky.
I can see your future, but I am not anymore the girl of my past.

"What do you want to do?", said the witch.
"I received gifts I'm throwing away", replied the girl. "I blowed out the candle lighting my way. And I'm afraid I won't move anyway."