Star Dusters

Fame is a narcotic

a blinding white star

A foolish illusion

to validate who we are

All the accolades

from the hyped up

praise machine

Inflate the ego

beyond recognition

and yet...

at the end of the day

when the grease paint comes off

the mirror confirms

we are who we are

You can fool the world

with your fairy tale facade

but you can’t fool yourself

because deep down

our core is unmoved

by the trappings of fame