Popcorn

He finds his leaf, he finds his fame,

In the spotlight, he is arranged.

Or so he was when this first began,

But now it's too much 

So in private, he stands.

He stands with himself, 

A faint fog falls

Over my tired eyes

It's the same that covered them before

Yet still a part of me dies

Our gaze connects,

For only just a moment 

My heart skips a beat