Heavy pressures of fame were getting to me, since I was world famous,
And desperately needed a getaway, as a rainbow sometimes detains us.
I was a successful performer, and ardent press went wherever I went,
Like exotic sunsets, which give not 100, but up to a thousand percent.
I'd always really loved my career, the excitement, the fans and thrills,
Sort of like the sensation you get, when a pale moon gives you chills!
Yet I needed to be completely alone, in a distinctive retreat of my own,
......
Are you writing under forced consent?
Or the need to see your thoughts in print?
Does it set your intellectual mind on fire?
Engulfing you in a deep desire.
Does it torture you in your dreams at night?
The shining image of your name in lights
The nightmare of being one or the other
Anonymous or your face on the cover.
......
I waited outside the House of Fame
as there was nothing else to do.
Then, when nearly all hope was loss,
an important woman noticed me there.
She took my hand and said I had promise
before disappearing into a well-lit hall.
Soon afterward, the large doors closed
and it was very dark, and I was cold.
But I could still hear the music playing
and see people on a moonlit balcony.
......
The point is, young Wm., you have no ticket
to the pantheon. Earned it? Yes. But in leaving,
left the scrip behind; compared yourself
to erstwhile selves, and having fallen thus,
go now unbidden. Whilst you, young Wm., hailed
......
We danced violet nights into day,
And walked the sunny bay.
We dined champagne and caviar,
And drove far in your beautiful car!
Everyone noticed when we hit the scene,
Like actors on a movie screen.
Each hot party sent invitations.
Had friends in many nations.
......
whirling rose petals
as they move to dream music
sunflower acclaim
dips in dahlias
orange yellow cream and red
spins past snapdragons
four o'clock fragrance
and flourishes near fuchsias
......
I waited outside the House of Fame
as there was nothing else to do.
Then, when nearly all hope was loss,
an important woman noticed me there.
She took my hand and said I had promise
before disappearing into a well-lit hall.
Soon afterward, the large doors closed
and it was very dark, and I was cold.
But I could still hear the music playing
and see people on a moonlit balcony.
......
Heavy pressures of fame were getting to me, since I was world famous,
And desperately needed a getaway, as a rainbow sometimes detains us.
I was a successful performer, and ardent press went wherever I went,
Like exotic sunsets, which give not 100, but up to a thousand percent.
I'd always really loved my career, the excitement, the fans and thrills,
Sort of like the sensation you get, when a pale moon gives you chills!
Yet I needed to be completely alone, in a distinctive retreat of my own,
......
It came in the blackness of midnight,
A beam in the darkness, glowing white,
And soared to space, above the crowd,
Where scintillating gleam is allowed!
His torch lit the way for many others,
Pursuing his footsteps through the years,
And altered extremely, so much of fate,
So that for destiny they weren't late.
......
The point is, young Wm., you have no ticket
to the pantheon. Earned it? Yes. But in leaving,
left the scrip behind; compared yourself
to erstwhile selves, and having fallen thus,
go now unbidden. Whilst you, young Wm., hailed
......