Stars, they come and go. They come fast, 'n slow. They go like the last light of the sun, All in a blaze. And all you see is glory. Hey, but it gets loney there, When there's no one here to share. We can shake it away, If you'll hear a story. People lust for fame, Like athletes in a game. We break our collarbones, And come up swinging. Some of us are downed Some of us are crowned, And some of are lost and never found. But most have seen it all. They live their lives, In sad cafes and music halls. They always come up singing.   4

Earology 28 Jun 2015