not famous
i have often thought of what i am not
to be or somehow think it was a lot
drawn from a hat and indeed it was
not one has yet to convince
a single being that the big drawing
is not at work
in everything faced day in day out
the excuse and the challenge
to accept or resist fate
center around oneself hard is it
to balance the boundary of
those who get hit
and those who do not
when control belongs where always
with the few we love and hate
the few who are famous and not us
we love them for what we hope
and what we dream if only it
would last like it does for
the fortunate as we see
when we see through those glasses
everyone speaks of
tinted toward whatever needed at
the time
live on is the course as always
whether in peace or war or torment
punishment is relative and fame is
fame
the sunshine we wake up to
every day is whether cloudy still
glows our insides without choice
the demon beating at the door
every day
lucky we are the forces are
out of our control as much as
the daylight cannot be stopped
nor the night nor the fame