Dynamite Fuse

When I was young I lit the dynamite fuse
Through twists and falls it travels
Further and further
Shedding tiny stars

When I was young I lit the dynamite fuse
I can’t wait for the fire show
The magnificent fire show
That will surely happen

When I was young I lit the dynamite fuse
Sometimes it sputters dead
I work hard to get a sufficient flicker
And off it goes again

When I was young I lit the dynamite fuse
Years and years go by
I grow tired and plunge into sorrow
Deprived of my fire show

But then I realize, and grow happy once more
There is no dynamite
And find my fire show
As I marvel at the dynamite fuse

image