Is it gloomy or bright?
Should I believe in a wish
Or not strive for true bliss?
My star is plastic, pointy and hard
Reminding me always to be on guard
No night is soft, the air turns cold
Just like this star that I firmly hold
Hold back my belongings and give me some grace
The stars inside it swirl and twirl
Much like me, a confused older girl
If I leave it alone, the stars sit in the bottom
Inaction leads us to be wadded wet cotton
But shaking things up, now that can be pretty
Have you figured out my silly fun bitty?
Not a full swallow but please take a sip
Of life and its bliss as well as its pains
Otherwise, really, nothing is gained.