I don't aspire
I have no desire
there's no raging fire
just an ember dying slow
for minutes 15
for the dream
but that raging stream
told me where to go
its just a facade
no need to applaud
most are simply frauds
pushed by popularity votes
they bask in a sun
under a loaded gun
so when they are done
they are publicity gloats
so I remain
outside the game
don't need the fame
or the vanity
the pressure is nil
and so until
I tackle that hill
I will keep my sanity
YOU ARE READING
my sanity
PoetryThe battles fought ... In the end ... What I defend ... Is my sanity