Happy Death

When one is lucid in their past misguided judgement
It is a time to grieve, yes, but also to celebrate
For a fate worse than mistake is a confident
conviction in one’s broken and bitter logic

When we set fire to the corpses of our past beliefs,
we celebrate the ashes as the wind steals them from our sights
For it was our prior shroud of darkness which gave
us the context to the light we now enjoy