At first I thought I was a ball of fire,
A raging furnace, a funeral pyre
Maybe for some great galactal beast
Whose demise was now being
But then I thought this is a joke
Why should I go up in smoke
For some great dude whose many claims
To importance only end up in flames
Then I wondered if I was burning hot
From a rare fever that I got
When some errant germ got up my nose
During my quiet time of repose.
Or if this heat was simply the result
Of a misunderstood inadvertant fault
That caused my blood to overboil
And from the general melee to recoil.
But then I felt myself being flung
Out on a limb, away from the sun
And just like magic my brow began to cool
I felt a lot better and more in control.
It’s wasn’t long after that my mind
Began to think thoughts of a different kind.
Now it certainly turned towards the calm, the bold
And at certain points I felt a little cold.
Let’s me not go to extremes I said
Let me create harmony and balance instead.
A little drama here or there
Is enough distraction for one to bear.
And so I relaxed in this perfect zone
Where I could harness enough heat from the sun
To keep me calm and my system’s optimized
For doing my work without anyone else being jeopardised