In the shimmer of the spotlight’s gleam,
Lies the dream we all pursue,
Yet shadows dance behind the scene,
Where truth and fiction brew.

The applause, a fleeting melody,
Echoes through the crowded hall,
But solitude, a silent symphony,
Whispers when the curtains fall.

Faces in the magazines,
Smiles that never fade,
Yet behind those printed scenes,
Hearts may feel betrayed.

In the realm of flashing lights,
We chase the stars above,
But in the quiet, darkest nights,
We seek for genuine love.