but burn, burn, burn,

"But then they danced
down the street like dingledodies,
and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life
after people who interest me,
because the only people for me are
the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or
say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding
like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue center-light pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
-Jack Kerouac