Let’s get it right guys - we’re not stars, only supporting cast
The real stars are bright warm personalities moving fast
Oh sure, we can enter the atmosphere at thousands of miles per
But these big suckers keep rolling round heaven much speedier
We’re just dust and, let’s face it, we will burn up in a second
But red giants and blue dwarfs live longer than anyone’s reckoned
Picture it - one night on tv it’s maybe something like an eclipse
And just when the commentator ‘s gonna move his lips
I come shooting in and steal the scene and everyone remembers me
And forgets the real phenomenon they came to see
It’s like watching Jack Elam as the jail-drunk in HIgh Noon
Who wakes before the big showdown and leaves too soon.
Yeah - Shooting Star? Phooey. It’s a misnomer and we all enjoyed it
But now let’s look at the big picture, recognize a mistake and avoid it.
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Entered in Tirzah Conway's Contest Shooting Stars
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