Fame is it's own reward

Fame  is it's own reward

Nothing

Time wasted 

Too many people pulling parts

Of you apart

No art in fame

No fame in art

You are never yourself again

A thing, a nothing

Pushing people parting

With no goodbyes

Endless parties 

With no meaning

You want to sing

To make the music play

But all you have 

Are those people telling you

What only they want 

Never being alone 

Your thoughts never your own

You know what you can do

With fame and shove it

Back on someone else

You used to be

If you can remember who it was

It was you once upon a time

When there is no fame

There is fortune

Of being you and only you

Never again feeling alone

In a crowed room

In your own place

With quiet quietus of fame

Gone with only yourself again

A guitar and a microphone 

Peaceful in the comfort 

Music can only bring

To your seeking soul's solitude

Independent of others 

Yourself 

Your music

Your words 

You're you

Without fame.