#2077-Looking back

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.