This is Where Stars Land

Step up and come closer

This is the place they told you about. 

They only give you two choices,

Of where to land.

Will you step on the mire?

A quicksand dressed up in gold.

Slowly but surely, tugging you deeper

As you move your head—turn and turn.

Will you step on the bridge?

A crossroad of fame and static dreams.

Here you will stay as long as you wish,

But without choosing, your feet turn to stone.

Come closer, and closer still.

Look at the footprints.

Smudges on concrete and mud,

Unsure of the directions the owners have taken.

Will you follow the queen?

Still locked on her tower.

Or maybe the princess?

Taken by the beast to the enchanted forest.

No one has seen them

Since they were taken there,

Except when we needed a laugh,

A splice of false love, life, or despair.

Will you follow the king?

He’s still there in the dungeon perfecting himself.

Or maybe the prince?

The mass has taken over his consciousness.

No one has seen them

Since the ninety-four, when they started the walk.

Then they climbed and lost all control.

Everybody loves them, but no one really cares.

Have you seen them?

Have you taken their direction?

The mire or the bridge? 

They are your only options—

Except maybe to soar and fly,

And reach for the elusive bluer sky.

Like a phantom marriage of happy endings.

Only to find Icarus falling steadily from the top.

Come closer and closer still.

My innocent bystander with hidden dreams.

Dream higher and higher and give it to me.

In exchange for a choice on where your star leads.

- rmpsd

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