He loved his roman candles,
Jack shambled after them.
And I after him
a lifetime later.
We all shamble after each other.
Its a strange sort of dance.
Pushing, pulling, daring to see who can do more.
Much left up to chance.
Bright lights
and wandering minds
we're firecrackers at the core.
A common thread
we're seeking to roam
not knowing what we're looking for.
Truth for sure,
the passion is in our heart.
There we've always grown.
A greater ideology.
Having it all out,
making it all count,
the best that we can.
I guess that is what we're living for.
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