Stardust

My eyes are brown.
My hair is black, my lips are soft and red.
I am cool.
I wear sunglasses in the swimming pool.
My smile is bright.
I like dancing in the moonlight
with nothing on but a zap-boom-bang-machine.
I know I am sweet stardust
that is playing here with me.
In time it will go back with me.
That makes me feel so free.
All is good
when I do what feels good to me.
And all is good, too
when I feel the energy is real.
I ask myself:
“is this all really real what I see?
Or am I just
stupid, drunk and fucking crazy?”