White Phosphorus

The price of being a star

it's to be busy always.

It's both exhausting

and beautiful.

With little or no rest,

you would always have to be a full moon

in the endless night of a stage.

I want to be star,

shine brighter than a black stallion,

daze the crowd with perfection.

But the burning sensation

wear due to friction,

sore hoofs

dice my onions.

I want the fame flame,

not knowing how the fuel escapes.

A star as to burn

to be bright and beautiful.

It's an invigoratingly addictive elixir.

Yet I want to be star

just like you're.