I tried chasing some fireflies,
In hopes of a good art.
I kept them inside a jar,
Shake 'em, when it's all dark.

They couldn't break the whole night,
But they could make it even better.
For a moment I just smiled;
Happiness exceeded any letter.

I made a worthy art or two,
And I wanted to make more.
But the fireflies wanted something else:
To be free, just like before.

I don't know how, but it was broken.
They have flown already too far.
And in silence I realized,
It is I, who has been inside a jar.