Improvation On Life
Life's joy is often hidden under rubbish
Piles of minutia created by lost souls
Yearning to be set free
Freedom is but a distant dream
A fleeting glimpse of what could be
And then the sliver of light is gone
Like a spark of static electricity
It pops in its dark habitat
Look quickly before it is gone
It only tarries for a while.
Some let the spark fade
Then, slip back into obscure dark holes
"Improvise" I say!
Grab the spark and hold it in your hand
Until the body is electrified
Let it consume the soul like a fire
Burn with passion
Open the heart
Feel life and be free again.