Life is a bed of hot coals.

Fire walking:

The 'secret' is simply a combination of 2 things.

1) Having a strong mind, it is mind over matter, you feel a slight pain but keep moving.

2) Move quickly, stop to think and it will start to hurt and you will sink into the coals.

If this isn't a metaphor for how to live everyday life then the term 'metaphor' should be discarded from the dictionary.

Indecisive

How confused the days now seem
they snap from hot to cold
Back again, the sun does beam
yet cannot take a hold.

On the edge of my front door
I have to stop to think
There i stand forever more
I'm always on the brink.

One small step would set me free
but first you must decide
Hot or cold, please let me be
and pick your favourite side.

If cold wins out then fine by me
I'll bear the winter bite
But make your choice rapidly
before day turns into night.

A last goodbye

What is clearly passion you label rage
and you say i seethe, but i cannot cage
this tempest in me which blows too strong
and so what choice is left, but to just move on?
To sail this ship to new blue seas
to grit my teeth and get off my knees
to enjoy the view with eager eyes
and trace the faces as time flies
for many new ones there are bound to be
to replace the old that mean the world to me.
and If we should meet when our faces are lined
and hours spare we manage to find
then sit with me and i'll keep you warm
in moonfleet bay throughout the storm,
and exchange tales of the last long years
with many 'what ifs' and regretful tears
for the tale of our lives should be told as one
but if you have to leave i must move on.