Yes, that’s me.
Look and you’ll see.
My hair is as straight as the speed of light.
My eyes are as sparkling as my philosophy of stars.
My arms, reaching for cures for my aching heart.
My hands crippled like a dead star.
My heart filled with invisible love.
I’m in love with my one true star.
I never let that star down (hopefully).
My friends call me nice.
I live for my one true star.
I hope I can be with my star forever and without complaint.
I dream that I'm in the arms of my faraway, distant star.
It’s all clear as can be.
That’s positively, absolutely me.