SHINE

Shine baby shine,

you’re made for glamour.

Thick red carpets

unroll themselves.

The show goes on,

has been going on

for as long

as you can think.

Gold

your eyelashes,

gold

your bracelets,

gold

your temple.

Let haters hate,

jealousy jump off,

envy evaporate

while you sip champagne

overlooking

the city’s skyline.

It’s a city of many colours.

So bright

even at night

you spot those

little moving souls.

The look,

they turn.

And start climbing.

Up those skyscrapers

picking up pace

faster and faster

getting ever closer,

coming for your gold.

Where to now?

You’re already

at the top.

You know it’s you

they’re after.

You look up, left, right,

down.

Look down.

You lean

over the barricade.

When they go high,

you go low.

You’re tired of all that gold anyways.

A last delicious sip of champagne

and you step

into fresh air.