Beyond miles and measure,
The silver glamour of the heavens
Sparkled in my desirous, obsessive eyes; and
I, a pilgrim who vowed to go the distance,
Journeyed voyage after voyage,
One odyssey after another -
A conquest not every adventurer would dare,
A pride no Olympian could take from me.
This piece of sky now is still a stranger,
Nothing like how I knew it
When I was down there on the ground.
As quick as a flash, the once familiar faces
Seem to have an unfamiliar, undecipherable intent;
And what I thought was a happy-ever-after,
Merely, is an illusion of Paradise.
To be in the destination is just as,
If not, more ambitious than the quest.
What is the thrill of impossible heights for
When if you look down you get an acrophobia?
Fame and all the privileges that come with it,
Like an adrenaline drug, have an addictive side effect.
A much profound purpose must exist
Beneath such an ecstatic, magical high;
Otherwise, seek within and find nothing but void.
Remember, no fortune is large enough
For the pricelessness of love, peace, wisdom.
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