What is a birthday?
the sugar, the diva-ness - getting your way?
your wildest dreams come true?
getting what you love most in life?
yourself, staring back at you, slightly changed?
or is it that inevitable place in your life, the one that you get road signs for every now and again? you can't stop driving; that's life. but could you, perhaps, turn down a different road?
no matter where you turn, the things that must come to pass will still come to pass.
so happy birthday to all - and to me ;)
wish it away if you dare
blow out the candles -
you don't really care
once a year it comes around
every year it makes a different sound