Inconstant ramblings to set a man on fire

I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

And you know I don't.

But you want me to, so bad that I will leave. And so here we go again, around and around and around, all because you cannot seem to make up your mind.

Or am I wrong? Do you really want me to leave that badly? Will my presence be missed?

None the less, I am gone, bounding away because I can. And you grab at my hand. For free? Ha! Around and around we go.

We race and spin, predator and prey? Enemy to enemy? "You have too much potential to be wasting it on him." But we spin anyway. I dare you to go faster. Double dog dare you, triple dog dare you. Come on and follow if you must. Come on and follow if you can. Can you do it better? Can you beat me at my game? Can you stand on one foot, do you dare?

Catch me catch me if you can. Look, here I wait for you, grab my hand. And in the silence, hear me swear, hear me sing, offer a prayer. And do you know what happens to things that spin? Faster and faster, more movement than ever. Do you know what happens?

It all comes to a point, wild chaos and madness, it all burns with a fury. And with a final collapse of burning movement settling into stillness, a flame ignites and slowly kills. And all that is left is ash of a rotten corpse that used to be you and I.