Jar Of Fireflies

Way back when, summer was the best Hunting in the backyard of my grandparent's residence Chasing critters trying to creepy crawl beyond the fence On the East coast, with the quickest draw in the West Armed with a mason jar I snaked without telling them Filled it to the brim with cicada exoskeletons Morning made for special embellishments But sunset staged extraterrestrial intelligence... These are not the beetles I'm used to So many of them, plus they can glow and fly Mesmerized by such tiny lights, circling information Just had to make room in the jar for a new acquaintance Rounding up fireflies, astoundingly satisfying Seeing eye to eye in a different form of communication I was determined to capture each procession Screw the cap 'n seal all of my new friends in Call it what you will but I snatched all that I could Far before "catch 'em all" meant some Pokémon collection When those yesterdays feel like fleeting moments Please know they've paved the way of your entire life Don't stop collecting That collection's still growing Sealed tight in a glowing jar of fireflies Oh to see life like a kid again Not a care in the world for how it'll unfurl Nor when and if it ends Just dancing to the rhythm of diligence Never giving up nor into belittlement Attacking moments as if minutes were limitless Back when ignorance meant our age of innocence Bigger fish to fry had no place in our vision yet They were just prey in the lake we were fishing in Here fishy, fishy You cannot not run and hide from What's in store for you on the end of my line Ha, may have rarely caught a fish though But confidence from one catch was unmatched when we did so After so much time to tinker, tying line, hook and sinker The prize we remember was the praise from our kinfolk We're still the same kids who crave honor Sure, at a different age but on the same page as the same author Nibbles in the lake may not come often But still a single bird in the hand can create a flock of them When those yesterdays Feel like fleeting moments Please know they've paved the way of your entire life Don't stop collecting That collection's still growing Sealed tight in a glowing jar of fireflies I used to take each moment as a way make advances But now I only take chances under certain circumstances You may not make away like a bandit But the beauty's in the takeaway, never taken for granted Gotta weigh advantage with loss in this age of wisdom Life won't always toss ya into a lake full of naked women Aging has its way of showing rate of attrition Commonly in a cubicle where you make a living, like What is this bright looking follicle? And how many are left on the top or the side? Heh, isn't getting older is so majestic? To make loss copasetic I don't throw 'em away like an old dog's bone or bedding Instead reach to the pantry to find a home to leverage Therein lies that mason jar I've been meaning show attention Unscrew the top, drop in the follicles rejected Hold the glass to the light to admire and reflect since This Professor X head is where they cannot stay I let this jar's fire inspire brighter days When those yesterdays Feel like fleeting moments Please know they've paved the way of your entire life Don't stop collecting That collection's still growing Sealed tight in a glowing jar of fireflies