I spent my life
staring down at his hair
blond and shimmering under the light of the screen.
never to see his face only the hair
his life so tough,
life on the streets,
became a ***** ,
intoxicated,
the shimmery waves
attract attention on the street
a charming photographer stops him,
you'll be big young sir
said he
the child stares up his water blue eyes welling will impassioned tears.
his life
flashed before him
nought but money and lust
A life on the surface
lies upon lies
he imagines a throne to the sky,
the impossible,
in the clouds, his hair is greasy now,
the shimmer comes from within as he wakes up
amongst friends and foes
the cost of fame