A quick wild flash in the pan.
An extravagant lightning bolt stealing the thunder from the full force of the summers tropical storm.
A shooting star pinching the attention momentarily from all the other glistening lights that litter the clear nights sky.
A bursting firework streaking through the sky, exploding beautifully as it mesmerises all that witness its illuminating eye catching magic.
For I have seen that my life is to be as a passer-by.
My life is to move and to move fast, absorbing and being consumed by whatever I encounter.
I was not born to hang around in many people’s lives.
I am to be a distraction; simply a parting gift, good are bad, to allow you a moment to breath.