Oh stars above what do you see
When you are looking down at me?
Am I so diff’rent from the rest?
Are you concerned with how I’m dressed?
Are you impressed by fancy cars
Or what one’s parents do, oh stars?
When someone looks from far away
Does black and white then turn to grey?
Please tell me it’s more what you feel
That separates the fake from real
Then I can go to bed tonight
And know, somewhere, the world is right.
Day one now done and I am on track, this time writing about the stars. for http://www.napowrimo.net/.
Day one now done and I am on track, this time writing about the stars. for http://www.napowrimo.net/.
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