Reach up to the sky
and you will be worth more
dead than alive.
Unnatural high,
the ultimate glamour,
none can survive.

Suicide mission
with drugs in your pocket,
playing a tune.
After ignition,
you soar like a rocket,
over the moon.

The children in schools
are looking at faces,
up on the wall.
Exceptions are rules
and, leaving no traces,
a star can fall.

03/21/2008