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Stargazer

Jupiter and Mercury both winked down at me

But I don’t need a telescope in order just to see

The darkness and the light above creating all the magic

It helps to take my mind off things which really is quite tragic

The stars are always there in force to guide and comfort me

Away from all the daily pressures of what I ought to be

Behind the eyes I take it in, the rotten and the bliss

Coming out of shadows from the heavy, dark abyss

Mercury survives through blasts of solar radiation

It’s impossible for life to thrive and prosper as a nation

Rubbing up against the daytime sun’s bright rays of light

It’s photographed by probes throughout the sultry, restless night

Travelling for eighty-eight days criss crossing round the sun

It’s always finding ways to move around and have some fun

Whilst all the little ants converge upon the barren wasteland

Searching for the answers with their pen and book in hand

Ancient storms pass through the helium and hydrogen small dot

Where largest planet Jupiter takes on the Great Red Spot

Consisting of a thousand earths and sixty-seven moons

The Galileo orbiter explores the heavy dunes

Amalthea, Callisto, Io, Europa and Ganymede

Each dominate the stratosphere as moons which intercede

One day I hope to join the stars above within the galaxy

But for now I’ll carry on content to let it be

No one with sense

No-one with sense would want to be a celebrity,
Something that those without don’t see,
There is certainly no shortage of new wannabe’s out there,
Who are willing to do a producer, or two,
If it gets them on the air,
In the space of celebrity, the race for celebrity,
No-one with sense would want to be,

Think what it costs, all this celebrity,
The striving isn’t worth the gain,
The road is tearful, fearful, easy to lose your ground
Even when fame is found
And parasitic friends abound,
But keep your smile, you’re a celebrity
And surely all the world’s in awe,
You say meticulous, we say ridiculous,
Your putting it out, strutting about
As if you’ve just been crowned,

No-one with sense would want to be a celebrity,
Something that those without don’t see,
There is only painted beauty and a camera lies as well,
When a shape that might please,
A wiggle and tease, are all you have to sell,
It’s a rough road,
Where every blemish, every wart
And every vice of every sort,
Are on somebody’s camera caught,
Displayed for all to see,
In the light of celebrity, the fight for celebrity,
No-one with sense would want to be,

No-one with sense would want to be a celebrity,
Something that those without don’t see,
Though they say they hate the spotlight,
Recognition floats their boat,
A thunderous applause,
Fans scream themselves hoarse,
Whilst groupies on them dote,
Like addiction,
A case of being very ill,
You know it’s bad but want it still,
A state of me, me, me,
In the scam of celebrity, sham of celebrity,
No-one with sense would want to be.