There was no place to hide, only in my dreams, go to bed in disgust, not everything's as it seems, they'd be waiting for me, the dragons in a row, when I woke up, because there was nowhere else to go. I'd give you the answer you just wanted to hear, then you'd stop but why you started was not really clear, I am an expert in my field, not easily put down, and yet, all of these dragons made me feel like a clown. Your breath was warm, how do you put out a fire, It was doubly so, as you were an object of my desire, however, I finally removed the flames, no ignition, this breathless, toothless ideology, was a new condition. Now I miss the warmth, revelation, entitlement, I'll always be wondering where an old flame went.