The artist ran away from her day job
and along the winding road
it came to be that she
encountered a wall with a gate
She wondered what could be
beyond that gate
it seemed formidable
so whatever was on the other
side must be of great value
Would it be
fortune?
Would it be fame?
Stardust from heaven
instead of rain?
And then she saw the lock
and all hopes
were dashed.
That night she dreamt
she could click her heels
and float over the wall,
but just when the other side
came into view
she awoke.
Fortunes don't live behind
a wall waiting to be discovered.
Fame isn't all it's cracked up
to be and in reality
who needs fame anyway, you
just end up on the front of
scandal magazines.
And as my friend Annie
reminded me,
we are all made of
stardust.
and along the winding road
it came to be that she
encountered a wall with a gate
She wondered what could be
beyond that gate
it seemed formidable
so whatever was on the other
side must be of great value
Would it be
fortune?
Would it be fame?
Stardust from heaven
instead of rain?
And then she saw the lock
and all hopes
were dashed.
That night she dreamt
she could click her heels
and float over the wall,
but just when the other side
came into view
she awoke.
Fortunes don't live behind
a wall waiting to be discovered.
Fame isn't all it's cracked up
to be and in reality
who needs fame anyway, you
just end up on the front of
scandal magazines.
And as my friend Annie
reminded me,
we are all made of
stardust.







