I want to be spectacular,
A superstar so popular
Bright lights flash
All eyes on me.
Make too much cash
Writing poetry,
Live wild and free
In a multi-million dollar fantasy.
Sold out performances
And endless romances,
Every night new audiences.
Red burst of heart and like flow.
Hope I never wake up from such abundance.
Slippery slope.
Lowered Yankees hat and oversized shades
Cover my whole face at the grocery store
After fame swells my ego inflated.
Two bodyguards hired to protect my big head.
Paparazzi,
My privacy feels suffocated
But this addiction to attention
Fuels artistic prostitution
To pay off the mansion.
Man,
Are these new friends even real
Or do they just pretend to be?
Tell me please,
Is this nightmare ever going to end?
No pill can fill the void anymore,
Broken bottles all over the floor,
Hard drugs caught in a party of whores.
My mugshot goes viral,
Hot mess in the latest tabloids.
Paranoid,
Next comes the public psychosis.
Shit,
I never signed up for this.
I wish I hadn't wished so much,
Now I'm lost out of touch with reality
Because I chased after immortality.
The moment sinks in,
Snaps me out of this thinking.
I stay grateful for this breath,
My soul,
A pulse of health
That pumps within
A lung-full of life-giving oxygen,
Pushes death away
Then pulls it back so much closer.
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About the Creator
Alex C-B
Pieces of myself through facts and fiction - A fallible human of the digital era. I bought the ticket, missed the ride, then tripped down the rabbit hole and woke up stranded with you in this strange matrix.
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