Gold-Plated Poison

Everyone wants to be famous,

But no one cares to be talented,

Taking the time to learn their craft,

Most want to be known for nothing,

A personality without substance,

Easily thrown away, and forgotten,

A vibrant face can turn rotten with age,

Sacrificing who they are for the promise of riches,

It's poison to the soul,

One that won't you make you whole,

Contracts that turn you from a free bird into a trapped one, stuck in a cage of paperwork, and signatures

You don't own your words,

Ironically, people want fame until they get famous,

Then they realize the reality of it,

Attention is nothing but false adoration,

People get bored and gravitate to the next thing,

Human nature,

So, be aware of what you are trying to get,

Because it may become one of your biggest regrets.