Desperate for a ray of sun they turn ruthless.
Each stone shares a similar desire of the heart; only to be ignited by a distant star.
Without a glimpse the stones feel useless.

Comforted by resemblance they seek something more,
Lying like millions closer to the shore.

Stones beam brightly when chosen by the sun.
Others lurk in the shadows waiting for their time to come.

The light shines upon the chosen few.  
Misery is bliss as the spotlight moves on cue.

The world continues to spin refocusing fast.
Time moves on without care for the past.

The sun re-selects nearby stones to consume.
While those who still sparkle anticipate their pending doom.
No longer the flavour of the sunlight’s hour.
All glimmer on the surface fades, fame wilts like a flower.

Left with nothing but burns on the skin.
The darkness takes over and the coldness sets in.

Waiting there all decrepit and used they look nearby,
only to see their comrades blinded by the bright sky.

The shadowed stones know the score
that those still shining choose to ignore.

The world continues to spin refocusing fast.
Time moves on without care for the past.

Hidden far from the shore behind the rushes  
lies a stone perfectly pure, protected by the bushes.
Its unique appearance needs nothing more,
unlike those pleading by the shore.

The world continues to spin refocusing fast.
Heedless of its limelight, this beauty will always last.