Strange or Be Forgotten

I was looking at the stars

Not the ones you've seen

Silently opaque through the silver limousine

Floating in the air

Powdering to preen

Chandeliers will crack

Crumble, reconvene

Is there a pride before me fall?

Born of the nighttime

Wait in desire for something more

Bored of the nighttime

I don't know what to take now

I will wait for the upward feeling

Meant to be any day now

Will I ever be something more than

Strange, strange or be forgotten

Abstain from the passing fashion

If fame is really an illusion, then

Be strange, strange or be forgotten

I am living in the past, future came to me

Caught up in the tide of a distant memory

Coming to the fore, waiting to reveal

Caught up in the time of a different century

Myriad eyes

You were alive for the first time

Elegant smile

You were revived for the last time

I don't know what to take now

I will wait for the upward feeling

Meant to be any day now

Will I ever be something more than

Strange, strange or be forgotten

Abstain from the passing fashion

If fame is really an illusion, then

Be strange, strange or be forgotten