Is this the end?
Is it all over?
Are we past the point of no return?
Is there no place else to turn?
Do we say goodbye?
Should we lie down on the ground?
And stare up at the stars?
Have we lost our way?
Disconnected from the past?
Is there no hope for the future?
When did we begin?
Where were we going...
...before we became lost?
Here we are.
We are here.
Somewhere.
Nowhere.
Anywhere?
Not back there.
And not up there, either.
Just here.
Anywhere.
Nowhere.
Somewhere.
Here.
Was that the end?
Was it all over?
Or is this just the beginning?
Were we past the point of no return?
Was there no place else to turn?
Or is the entire world in front of us?
Did we say goodbye?
Or are we saying hello?
Did we lie down on the ground?
And stare up at the stars?
Will we stand up as tall as the world?
And look up at the sun?
Have we found our way?
Still connected to the past?
With new hope for the future?
When will we begin?
Where can we go...
...now that we're found?
We are here.
Here we are.
Just here.
Somewhere.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
I'm A Star!
Look at me!
I'm a star!
Everyone says that I'm wonderful,
and I am!
I'm the best there is.
I have to be.
What else do I have if I'm not the best?
And if you don't say that I'm the best,
I'm gonna scream and pout and demand that you tell me
that I'm the best.
I need to know that I'm the best,
(even though I know that I am).
I mean, I am, right?
I don't know what I'd do if I found out
that I wasn't.
But that's not going to happen, right?
Because I just know it.
I think I do, anyway.
Now look at me!
I'm a star, again!
And I don't need you.
Besides, who needs you, anyway?
I don't.
(Do I?)
Go away.
(But please stay.)
I don't like you and your kind, anyway,
telling me things I don't want to hear
(but might need to).
You're wrong.
And ugly.
And worthless.
And, and, and...
NOW LOOK AT ME!
I'm an EVEN BIGGER STAR!
Because I deserve to be!
When I look at you,
down there,
you can't possibly understand what it's like to be
as great as me!
That's what I put you down there.
I placed you down there,
with all of the other people like you
who look at me with your inattentive eyes
opening my wounds
and tearing down the walls built out of denial
and reinforced by attention.
You don't know me!
And you're jealous!
Jealous of my stardom...
LOOK! LOOK AT ME!
I'm an even different star!
My whole world depends on it.
And I will do anything and everything possible
to convince you (me) that I am.
I'm already worldwide!
I've been broadcast globally,
my voice and my face and my status,
Five stars and viral and liked
endlessly,
beyond my wildest dreams (reality),
and once you've reached where I am,
you'll see that
there's nothing better than this.
Nothing better at all.
As I look around.
And wonder where I am.
And wonder who I am.
And wonder what to do next.
And wonder where to go.
Because that didn't work.
Nor that.
Or THAT.
Or EVEN THAT!!
All my stars, fallen by the wayside.
One by one, they've disappeared,
covered by clouds hiding
the brightness of the moon.
Don't look at me.
Look at my stars,
sitting back there,
hovering close to the horizon,
dropping lower and lower.
DON'T LOOK AT ME!
I'M A WRECK!
And it's all your fault!
And yours, and yours,
and all of them and them too!
It's not my fault!
I deserve better!
Just you wait and see!
If it wasn't for everyone else
getting in my way,
I'd really be the star
that I'm sure I know for sure
that I think i am,
i hope,
i think.
don't look at me.
please don't look at me.
i wanna hide.
i wanna be left alone.
i can't look at you.
i can't bear you looking at me.
i can't look at you looking at me.
don't look at my stars back there.
i want to hide under the blanket of clouds
that has descended over me
darkened my skies
putting a lid over my dreams
trapping me beneath
the shattered raindrops
rushing down my face
washing it all away
reducing me to a puddle of
stardust
flowing away towards
somewhere seemingly distant
and far far away...
but as the rain ends
i look up to the dark night sky
and somewhere not quite so distant
and not so far far away...
...I see the tiniest of lights.
Point me towards the dawn.
Point me towards the morning.
Point me towards the new light,
the sunrise,
so I can open the blinds,
so I can see my own face in the reflection of the window
that I've been hiding behind.
Look at me,
and say hi.
This is me.
No longer a star.
No longer behind walls.
No longer looking down.
No longer
needing
your telescope.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to be me.
I'm a star!
Everyone says that I'm wonderful,
and I am!
I'm the best there is.
I have to be.
What else do I have if I'm not the best?
And if you don't say that I'm the best,
I'm gonna scream and pout and demand that you tell me
that I'm the best.
I need to know that I'm the best,
(even though I know that I am).
I mean, I am, right?
I don't know what I'd do if I found out
that I wasn't.
But that's not going to happen, right?
Because I just know it.
I think I do, anyway.
Now look at me!
I'm a star, again!
And I don't need you.
Besides, who needs you, anyway?
I don't.
(Do I?)
Go away.
(But please stay.)
I don't like you and your kind, anyway,
telling me things I don't want to hear
(but might need to).
You're wrong.
And ugly.
And worthless.
And, and, and...
NOW LOOK AT ME!
I'm an EVEN BIGGER STAR!
Because I deserve to be!
When I look at you,
down there,
you can't possibly understand what it's like to be
as great as me!
That's what I put you down there.
I placed you down there,
with all of the other people like you
who look at me with your inattentive eyes
opening my wounds
and tearing down the walls built out of denial
and reinforced by attention.
You don't know me!
And you're jealous!
Jealous of my stardom...
LOOK! LOOK AT ME!
I'm an even different star!
My whole world depends on it.
And I will do anything and everything possible
to convince you (me) that I am.
I'm already worldwide!
I've been broadcast globally,
my voice and my face and my status,
Five stars and viral and liked
endlessly,
beyond my wildest dreams (reality),
and once you've reached where I am,
you'll see that
there's nothing better than this.
Nothing better at all.
As I look around.
And wonder where I am.
And wonder who I am.
And wonder what to do next.
And wonder where to go.
Because that didn't work.
Nor that.
Or THAT.
Or EVEN THAT!!
All my stars, fallen by the wayside.
One by one, they've disappeared,
covered by clouds hiding
the brightness of the moon.
Don't look at me.
Look at my stars,
sitting back there,
hovering close to the horizon,
dropping lower and lower.
DON'T LOOK AT ME!
I'M A WRECK!
And it's all your fault!
And yours, and yours,
and all of them and them too!
It's not my fault!
I deserve better!
Just you wait and see!
If it wasn't for everyone else
getting in my way,
I'd really be the star
that I'm sure I know for sure
that I think i am,
i hope,
i think.
don't look at me.
please don't look at me.
i wanna hide.
i wanna be left alone.
i can't look at you.
i can't bear you looking at me.
i can't look at you looking at me.
don't look at my stars back there.
i want to hide under the blanket of clouds
that has descended over me
darkened my skies
putting a lid over my dreams
trapping me beneath
the shattered raindrops
rushing down my face
washing it all away
reducing me to a puddle of
stardust
flowing away towards
somewhere seemingly distant
and far far away...
but as the rain ends
i look up to the dark night sky
and somewhere not quite so distant
and not so far far away...
...I see the tiniest of lights.
Point me towards the dawn.
Point me towards the morning.
Point me towards the new light,
the sunrise,
so I can open the blinds,
so I can see my own face in the reflection of the window
that I've been hiding behind.
Look at me,
and say hi.
This is me.
No longer a star.
No longer behind walls.
No longer looking down.
No longer
needing
your telescope.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to be me.
Cloud Life
Drifting along
Lazily
Sun on my back
The wind guiding me ever so slightly
eastward
looking down at the world
gliding effortlessly
steadily
until I reach the ocean
where the blue sky meets the blue water
where the waves greet me
I've reached my home
The last of my vapor fades away;
a soft, breezy,
wispy
quiet
end.
Lazily
Sun on my back
The wind guiding me ever so slightly
eastward
looking down at the world
gliding effortlessly
steadily
until I reach the ocean
where the blue sky meets the blue water
where the waves greet me
I've reached my home
The last of my vapor fades away;
a soft, breezy,
wispy
quiet
end.
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