The firework stays, waiting for somebody to want it
Waiting for somebody to choose it
Out of all the rest.
People come and go, taking away others
People take a look, then prefer the one beside.
Finally, somebody holds it, somebody buys it, somebody takes it home.
Then one day it is lit, and let out into the deep darkness of the night sky
And it explodes,
And it is free,
People cheer, clap and gasp with joy
Some watch from inside, scared by the noise
Of the firework’s happiness
It’s insides shine out, and wander where they wish
Nobody to trap it inside a box, inside a room.
And it is free
This firework is me…