Sunday, October 3, 2010


To fame they climb,
A rocket-fuelled ride,
Standing by each other’s side.

Eyes are blinkered,
Ears are blocked.
When one makes a move,
The other looks shot.

Who earns the money?
Who gets the fame?
And when it all goes wrong,
Who is to blame?

Behind the curtains,
Behind the scenes,
If only all of it could mean
Something concrete,
Something sure.
There is no love,
This isn’t pure

No stepping forward.
No stepping back.
Stuck in a time warp,
Staring at my lap.

What to do?
What to say?
All I can do is step away....