One day you're a star.
You're a big star.
Perhaps you're a star in a winter play.
Perhaps you're a star in a Christmas concert.
You're covered in glitter and spangles;
you're wrapped in tiny twinkle lights.
People are in awe of you.
Then, one day it's all over.
You're in a heap with the other has-beens,
leaking your styrofoam innards all over the floor.
It really makes you think about your own mortality.
(or perhaps -like me- it just makes you giggle)