Strutting on their runways

The fame calls to them

A corporeal god they hail from the quays

The celebrities leed all astray with their gluttonous ways

If somehow people could see

That they are no smarter nor more informed

Than the fame they worship from afar could be

The world would be open and they would find a new deity

Making decisions for oneself is the only way to go

Only you can shape you beleifs, and the values you hold

They shouldn't look to those with fame when they feel buried in snow

People need to find an answer, that only they can know