Birthday

I enjoy this time of year.

Another year gone, something you cannot hear.

But you can let those that know you that its da bomb.

It is dangling between this and that.

Between stuff and things.

It's something that inspires you to be better this year.

Naps are ok, sometimes desired.

Sometimes they let you rejuvenate.

Not always allowed.

That was a random epitaph.

But infamous, like your life.

And they celebrate it only once around,

Following a revolution of surprise life,

To continue the path to an audience.

That will applaud your every move you decide to make, yay?