People are ordinary in what they want
I think fame can be a bit of a font
Where you are forced to go it it often
To drain away fear to be forgotten
But what is it you really want inside
Is it happiness that you decide
To wake in the morning with no dread
And at night quietly go to rest in your bed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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