to me it’s not a popularity contest
to me it’s not a popularity contest
by Wolfgang Nibori
an erruption of bold and vibrant spirit, spraying colors across
a dark ceiling of far off stars burning cold and lonely
boom after thunderous boom of declarations of individuality
coming together as a glowing palette to prove that even differences
often compliment their own polar opposites
a night sky stretched over a wide land rich with promise
a land scarred by the same troubles as anywhere else
a land rich in the fundamental building blocks of civilization
this place where the sky’s become a gateway to worlds unseen
where we worship the same ladder we work to uphold
some of us climb, some of us crash, many of us do both
for all the ugly scars to be expected, all the clear faults
i know of no place else i’d rather stand at stare up
at the neon announcement that our hope yet refuses to die!
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Tags: america, celebration, fireworks
