Perpetual Energy
I find myself captivated by fireworks shows that burn vividly in the mind's eye--only to reach a premature finale. The image remains, but the spark was too bright, the radiance too powerful to sustain. All that's usually left is a crowd of scattering onlookers and a terrible smell. Oh, and me, cleaning up the refuse of my sparks that provided the ignition. Isn't it funny, being the spark plug for others while never attaining what you want?
You hear me laughing, don't you...?
You hear me laughing, don't you...?