It’s that time of the year again.
Everyone gets a little lazy and somewhat crazy.
The lights they mirror what we feel.
They are bright just like our dreams.
Dreams that seem a little real,
far seems a little close, love feels a little a new, and colors,
these colors seem to play around like dancing to the tune of a flute.
I go down the memory lane,
I can’t think of a time I wasn’t happy.
Everything seems fair, and I say I am lucky.
I don’t take things for granted
but this once I make an exception.
I know however bad things get,
these lights would find me and the colors of celebration guide me.
It’s something about this time of the year,
it’s something about the way I feel.
I don’t know what makes my world brighter,
these lights or all these colors around me?