Delusional Fame Poem by Fasica Berhane

Nothing is forever,
nothing stays the same
Everything changes through time,
even one's a bad name.

A giant cliff atop a wood,
turns to plain
Dreams come true in time
like tears drop from a pain.

A place at the edge
becomes a center.
As all the foggy misconceptions
would come clearer.

And since there is no pain,
no gain
Don't back up now to take a risk,
enjoy the burn
and the flame!

Win the Game
not the delusional Fame.