Little Burning Big

All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger.
There's a little word called need;
Is there anything to fear,
but fear itself these days?

Sometimes I don't wake up in the morning
I just dream until afternoon
I spend days waking and sleeping
I spend my life waiting for stars.

And inside me the bones will grow -
and all my teeth will fall to dust
and in the heat of a thousand moments
this fever will consume,
and I will breathe away.

and inside me a garden grows
inside me the world will grow
and deep inside the words will grow.
I am ink and flesh and vein.
I am immortal, I am etched in stone.