why?
why am i not famous yet?
the question that burns through my conscience everyday
yet everyday the urge burns even more
with each new product of my creativity
the masses are too busy with icons
who mostly made too much money
to the point where they no longer care about the fans
yet here i am
always looking for feedback from the followers
the slaves to the trends
who are too busy looking at the current stars
to point their scopes
to the new additions to the constellation of notoriety
such factors prove to be speed bumps on this road to fame
all i know is that i wont trip or lose speed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem