Famous

All the good turns old 
When we wear out the luster 
Must we wait for that spark to ignite 
Any form of passion and motivation?
Someone to inspire us, to relate
In search of an outlet 
An option instead of lies
Instead of hate, instead
Of what is now.
Instead, we look towards
what can be 
Because right now we 
are broken 
But they seem to 
have a light 
that glows with comfort 
They carry a sense of 
responsibility greater 
than ourselves 
and the way that 
we live our lives
So we obsses
over them and
what they do, 
instead of us 
and how we 
live. 

And it is meaningless
Because no matter what
they may stand for,
they are still themselves 
and will never know you 
like you think that you 
know them. 

The connection is 
pure fiction.