There is


Little black star

On the ceiling

Sticking there

Half peeling off

On the white

Cracked ceiling

I am

Like the

Little black star

Up there

Hanging on

Though not totally succeding

Not giving in

Though close to drifting down


The little black star

Will stay up there

For a time


I will

Hang on

For a time

But in the end

We must all

Drift to the floor

In the end