When talent comes young
when we hope youth won't blow it
when potential is unsung
now or in later years
talent a place deserves
space to strut in the sun...
fame inflates delusions
mirage apparition illusions
reason reality fallacy spun
talent ability credibility stretches
green vigorous foolish infatuations
reject sold hand signs illuminati sung
stupidity sell your soul to music devil
win platinum fame cost flame eternal...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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