A Star Moment Poem by syafiq syahmi

The lights intense,
the crowds are roaring,
the stage are set,
the night was right,
hazily blurred and filled with might,

I am the star,
to be cheered and and honored,
a hero's welcome I felt,
as the curtain lifted lazily,
and roared the crowd cheering my name,

i look at them,
seeing each every one of them as my closest friend,
closest friend indeed for I without them,
nothing but a normal guy with fancy outfit,
strutting along the stage for some money to beg,

my breath heavy as the air,
so rough and filled with energy,
I loved it this way,
never tired never bored,
as a star who denied the grave,
shall I rot with my fame,
and die with my name,

I'll sing my heart out,
for all who want...