#2077-Looking back
08/04/2023
There was a time,
I dreamt of fame,
Having my picture,
Everywhere displayed.
I do not know,
From where this came.
Perhaps expectations,
Stories, or youthful folly.
Yet despite frustrations,
Endless empty days,
That is what I craved.
Time flying by,
Is precious gift,
For now I can see,
Where in this world,
I naturally fit.
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