Celebrate…the spark of being
the mirage of dreams
some illusion that screams
to be real or to gleam..,
Celebrate the masses of loners
or li’l bizarre in a corner
the reason of your role…
the crowd behind that drones.
Celebrate when you have nothing to lose,
for life is a voyage cruise
no matter the density of scar or bruise;
Celebrate the percussion at once,
thoughts with realm of rebel, one or tons,
a search that wouldn’t hunt
and the fall when you fell blunt.
Celebrate the pitches of curiosity
the rage of someone’s animosity
your faults and their velocity
the patience before your ferocity.
Celebrate what all you let go,
the pendulum of existence, to and fro…
celebrate when you realize, it’s time to behold…
all that you have, and all that you dont!