Flying High

A figure standing in dark


Does flying high demands a price?
A price distant from emotions and care?
Life seems glossy through the remote pairs of eyes,
But it is no less than a barren land.
The life of celebs appears to be perfect,
But that perfection is only reel.
The stardom can look attractive,
But the hidden veins of pains and enmity are are hardly observed.
Don’t dare to be so decisive about other’s life,
But you have no idea what lies under their muffled covers of thrives.
Dandy looks and enthralling lifestyles,
All appears to stand cold in the face of loathing fear.
Halt before; you envy the beaming stars,
You have no clue about their deep, smothered scars.

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