Always shied away from bright lights
never wanting wealth or fame…
two up… two down… a decent car
with two children to his name…
but the bright lights kept on searching
seeking out his eyes…
it mattered not, what was… was not..
or his own lost life of lies…
fame now thrust upon him
for all the world to see…
but would they see the lonely boy
…that once looked just like me?
