To all of the Roman Candles Out There

"The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
mad to be saved, desirous of everything
at the same time, the ones who never yawn,
or say a commonplace thing, but burn,
burn, burn, like faboulous roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue
centerlight pop and everyone goes
"Awww".

Jack Kerouac