Shiny Star

It is a bittersweet memory

for when we were children,

all innocent with no worries

in this cruel world.

Now we see all the

messed up things since we have grown,

makes me feel so old.

This fantasy that we have all had

have has all but been broken.

Our bittersweet misery is all but leaking

all over what we care about.

There is no need to pout,

nobody cares since they have got

their own poor lives to live.

We are all misunderstood in a

world where being different is

frowned upon.

with no questions asked,

we will bring you there.

we are all relentless in this war

where everybody is trying to

be somebody yet ends up

a nobody.

who are we to judge when

we all signed contracts

with the devil?

When we wake up,

maybe it would have all been a fever dream,

but dreams are rare when

you are living the dream.

So rise against the tide before

someone else gets ahead.

It is a do or die kind of world,

and I think I know what kind of

path I would choose.

Life only begins when you let go

of all your premonitions.

So let it go.