I was once a shining star
Now I’m but a burning scar
The dreams I once saw seem so far
My hopes perished with the ash of cigar
Days and nights all spent in a bar
Staring the moon through the window ajar
I sit and play my old guitar
And secretly crave for the cookiejar
While everyone around wants castles and cars
But aren’t these ideas merely subpar?
Or is it only me who finds it bizarre
In this world which runs on dollars and dinars.
Darkness of the society mars
The genuineness of my soul by far
Oh my guardian where you are
I have searched the plains near and far
Come take me to the exemplar
Or show me where’s the lodestar
Who’ll guide me through this chaotic hour
And help me rise like a young Jaguar
My passions must subdue the old eschar
I need not to give an ear to their lour
Then my dreams wouldn’t seem so far
And I could again be a shining star!