Blocked by fame

Never be famous child that you are
In my heart you're the real star…

Trapped in glittering
and shaped by curiosity
The world is a sparkle
To the child bespeckled by the slow down…

Waiting for your comethru
The audience is your screen
Silent the majority confused
The star shines brighter from my view…

And yet the mystery unfolds
Revealing the soul told
A woman emerged
Thru the butterfly cocoon of stupidity…

And still Sage is the color
Your name is clear to me
But where are you Ryza?
Now that fame has carried you in its wing…

And still it was the twirl that got me…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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