Fame Poem by Adam Belle

What would it be like to have fame?
to have fans going wild that wont be tame?
that gallop after you, sing and dance,
then wait behind the corner ready to pounce.

What it would be like to sing on stage,
it's like living in a bigger cage
where the birs are much smaller,
and you feel so much taller,

but things wouldn't be so great
because my destiny would be sealed with my fate
if i grabbed or reached for the chance
my sould would be gone without a second glance