(This haiku is also for my Kuya and for my Ate -
who are real stars,
y
ou know who you are...)
O celebrity!
Thy fashions, they fade and flee!
What becomes of thee?
Thy world is fickle.
Hold on to thy happiness
before it runs out.
Fame, fortune...
Trust it not.
---<--@
Do not live for other people's lights.
Be the source of your own starlight.
That way hold your strength secure
against the rush of these bright lights.
For your world shall soon betray you
if to thine own self you fail to be true.
Fickle is the golden flame of celebrity.
So guard thee well your inner identity.
Lest these bright lights consume you.
And leave you restless without a clue.
O Grizabella, Grizabella, you cat...
Grizabella, you Glamour Cat...
