Fame is Futile

Premise: fame as a goal is meaningless and won’t provide the fulfillment one perceives.

Fame, a youthful affliction
Expecting so many to be a friend
An end-game with a surprisingly dead-end

Fool-hardy aspirations
Often lead to desperations
Once achieved, so many disappointments

Legacies of impropriety
Identities so false
Accomplishments ring hollow
And those friends, most only bring me sorrow

Change your ambition
But no need for contrition
Give others your best, make the world smile
Or beware, fame is futile