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