What is a Star

What is a star

Did it start

With

Mozart

And wondering

What u are?

In the sea

Or the sky

On your back

In edges

Like invisible

Reminders

Of pointy

Memories

Or an arm

Up to reaching

Out for more.

Who is a star

On a big stage

Or a little street

Corner?

The person

Forgotten

Who is still

Making dot to dot

Shapes in the sky

Anyway

For dreamers

Lost at sea

Or the unrecognised

Souls with nowhere to go.

Or is it the one surrounded

By swollen number boards

With tight shoes on?

What is a star?

What do you mean?

What is star studded?

How many studs can u punch into

Leaving the loveliest people behind

The lonliest people

Just to say your escalator

Reached an expensive artwork for the

“collection.”

Life is not a queue

People hate that word.

Do you have points

Or did you miss the point.

Did I put a star on your

Hand for a chance to

Send you away

Eventually

No.

It was for

remembering me.

If you don’t feel tall enough

It’s not about height

It’s about depth.

I’s not about numbers

It’s about people

If you don’t feel seen enough

Or the most popular

Be a poppleheaded starolight

Or a muddlefuddled twinkletoes

We’re all of us from stardust

In the big Universe

We’re all of us the same but different.