When you're finally ' famous', you will find
That the world watches you instead of you
Watching the world. Will you spot warning signs,
When you become a cool magazine's tool?
Or will you be so damned deluded that
You cannot differentiate between
What is mere illusion and what is real?
If that's fact, then you'll be called a pompous prat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem