Explosions Of My Life

The blinding lights are far too much,
the flashes of my life before my eyes.
I lie in the grass on the fourth of july
gazing up at the fireflies, singing, dancing
as fireworks fill the sky.
Explosion of colours of the rainbow,
every face I've ever seen
comes back to haunt me at this moment,
as if knowing where I've been.
A few golden people I've held on to,
though most of them slipped away.
Some have broken parts of me
and some have taught me how to say
the words, "I love you."

Laughing crying all at once,
explosions of my life.
Every chance I didn't take
comes back to me, a knife.
The glimmering eyes of those who've died
and left me, wounded
as I cried.
But I learned to stand against the storm
and let my lost hopes be reborn
into flowers I tread on,
papers I bled on,
pauses before I turned myself away
and wondered what would become
of what I could say.

Ribbons wrapping up my soul,
I know I'm ready for lift off.
Precious moments, secrets love stole
to be revealed, transparency,
such gems I never knew I would see.
Each person who's been there,
even for a moment
has taught me something,
though I didn't know it.
I do now,
wiping my wrinkled brow
as my tray hair flows all around me.
And underneath the starry sky,
with glimmering, see-through tears in my eye
I bid goodbye to the world.