The Shooting Star

He always wanted to do his best
He never made a mistake
He wanted to keep his record straight
He wanted nothing less but to be perfect

He stayed up late in the night
He bleached his brows to ace the test
He set his clothes upright
He had to win this fight

He slowly began to take some hits
He was starting to take the toll
He had to keep pushing
He never wanted to fall

He began to do this and that
He thought these were just small things
He needed to keep his record straight
He needed to be perfect

Then things went spiraling down
The pressure was getting to him
There no longer was right or wrong
There was just perfection

No matter what the cost he thought
Nothing could ever change his mind
No one would get him to stop now
Nothing stands in between him and perfection

As quickly as he rose up the ranks
As much as he wanted to be on top
And took the trophy in the bag
At last he began to stumble and fall

So was the shooting star
Shining and shimmering as it sped
Such life never fulfilled
Striking only its victims dead