"Young Volcanoes"

 When Fall Out Boy came off hiatus, I was in tears of ecstasy. And then they released a few songs, and the last of the original three (first was "Light 'Em Up" and the second was "The Phoenix") was "Young Volcanoes." It's the perfect summer song about being young and free. So with this summer being my last before college and the 18th anniversary of my birth (happy being legal to me today), the lyrics inspired me to write an ekphrastic poem. For you guys to "get" the poem, I'll post the lyrics first, and then the poem.

When Rome's in ruins, we are the lions
Free of the coliseums
In poison places, we are anti-venom
We're the beginning of the end

Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes
We are wild, Americana, exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?
Yeah!

Come on make it easy, say I never mattered
Run it up the flagpole
We will teach you how to make boys next door
Out of assholes

Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes
We are wild, Americana, exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?
Yeah!

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes
We are wild, Americana, exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?
Yeah!

 And poem...

"Speak of love,

            of heartbreak.

Everlasting joy.

Endless pain.

            Duality.

We are free, wild;

            lions escaped from the Roman coliseums.

You are my end,

            it’s all over now,

            but only because

            we’ve already won.

We are the prize for the other.

Like young volcanoes,

            erupting too early

            with passion,

            love.

Make me feel a little beautiful, baby.

But you?

You’re the “boy-next-door”

            created from asshole.

This was over before it

            really all began.

And like young volcanoes,

            we are unstable,

            our  explosive lava hot

 with anger and hard feelings.

So pretend I was nothing,

            say I never mattered,

            anything to make it easy.

Not that you deserve it.

Americana Exotica.

            A species of butterfly,

            new to be.

            Indescribable.

            Just fly.

We really are wild animals,

            doing only what feels

            right in the moment;

            instincts.

That’s how we survive.

You said last night

            you felt you were going backwards.

            You’re right.

This is all backwards.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds,

            not the other way around.

Guess normal’s just

            not our style.

But this is just beginning.

Only the beginning."