I'm hopelessly chasing a sky rocket.
I'm hoping to put it in my pocket.
But I know that if ever I got it,
It would burn me and hurt me with ease.
I once thought that maybe I could get it,
But in order to keep it, I would wet it.
So maybe it's better I should let it
Burn brightly and leave me behind.
I can't help but try and catch it--
There's no other beauty can match it.
I know that I'll burn, but I'll never learn
To just sit back quietly and watch it.

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