Chronicles of a Lost Fool


I am lost

I now see that fame has its cost

The loneliness up here is unbearable

To the fans it’s all desirable

I once saw it from their perspective

Now my myopia is cured

Because that idea is relative

For I can trade this fame, for any disease, no matter how odd

My old man must be proud of this monster of his creation

For it has no true friends, love or any sort of true affection

The money, girls, fame; all this I got

What use is it if my mother calls me not?

But whenever I’m in front of the maddening crowd

I realize how I have made dad proud

Still the amount of the crowd can’t fill the emptiness that I feel

I have lost it all; I guess my fate is sealed

But still, I have made dad proud


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