Stars, what even are stars?
They come and go
And then that's it or maybe not
But what you see is just the light
And how it shines and how it beams
As if a master had painted them,
but his price won't be seen here.
Some young, and some old, and some have seen a lot
And still take off, as soon as they hit the canvas
Some ladies have bodies, that hypnotize the world
And their beloved swallow swords, close to dark
doors
Stars, what even are stars?
They are alone in depressing bars
Or cafes and they hide their face.
Who loves them does it for what they are in their dreams.
And their marriages mostly end in court.
Some already have gotten more than their hearts burned at it
And after one or the other will they later even rename a street.
And they talk like Marlene, late at night with Orson Wells
Only instead with the walls of their Marriot Hotel.
Some think of themselves as chosen and risk their neck.
Some people get lost and never quite come back
completely
Some dance over shards, some glide over ice.
To forever disguise, what no person knows of
them.