Thursday, July 9, 2009

Fame

It's dark, what they've done to you
When all you gave was light
Though sometimes the shadow
You cast
Was more attractive

Those blazing the trails
Are always alone
The crowds stampede
and follow, shouting
"You're going the wrong way"

Perhaps to keep
Close, waiting
For you to trip,
Fall or sink
So they can say
"I told you so"

And when you manage
To make it beautiful
They can remember
They were behind you
All the way