So it soars towards the moon and stars;
It lights the sky with bright showers.
One beautiful blast of color after another;
each catching the gaze.
A sorrowful glance, if not full glory;
The ones that strike the further distance
get the "ahhhs".
The ones that burst with different colors
win the crowds.
Aren't we all just firecrackers travelling
our life - making our mark.
But in the end, we are all the same,
just a trail of smoke and cinder.