FireWork

I have never been that close to the firework
Watching the firework
Exploded in front of me.
My memory exploded and die as
Sparks disappeared in the sky.

My past is like a big backpack
I put it on my back
And never let go
Because it was painful,
Happy, and so much to memorize.
It makes today’s me.

The backpack gets heavier and heavier
As you get older,
I really accumulated a lot of things in my bag,
And carry it all the time
And I don’t want to put it down.

Although it was a lot of sadness,
The world is fair.
In order to create that level of sadness,
The same amount of happiness would have had happened to you first.

Sometime I just afraid that
If I throw away my backpack,
In the meantime,
I am throwing away my happy thing as well.
And I will be in deep trouble,
Because I have nothing to be happy about.

Going thru all the pictures I had,
One by one, flashback
Good and bad time,
I did enjoy it a lot,
That is the reason why it takes me so long
To say that,
I have put it down already.
Something else in my mind,
Strange enough that
I feel like I want to give up
Before it gets started.
I am glad to have my feeling back.