Fame is immortality

lived above the cycle

of life and death and

the ordinary that for some

is worse than death

in it whimper to an end.


Fame is this delusion

that seems real to those

who choose its charm

and sweet perfume that

draws in the attracted

to its deadly scent.


For fame is no more certain

and no more real than

the tender childish tugging dreams

of what life could be or offer

if only recognition and money

were the keys to happiness’ door.