As it's softly lit,
And an inhale as a breath of life,
With sparks so free and liberal,
Towards its middle point,
Joy and discoveries to be made,
Regrets washed away,
Contemplating the outer spheres,
And many more theories,
Or is it just the town,
Hiding its simple stance,
Under the layers of rainbow,
Is it a progress or mere desperation,
Light in a gray sand,
For when it's over,
It's but trash,
Under others' footing,
With incredible tales,
Misunderstood and undeciphered