Fame

"I am afraid of the fame," he says,
"That lays in the distance before me.
I am afraid that the exposure will change
Alter the shape underneath my skin
And make my mind forget.. forget
Underneath is a gentle and pounding pain.
That progress will regress to make up for an achieved conquest
And I'll forget the reason I rose from shame.
That I'll get one thing only to lose another
And say I don't regret a thing.
Chasing dreams teach these American schemes!
Whose done with the material fighting?
I imagine giving my family a better life.
Shedding the skin of the child.
Bringing about a more conscious mind.
And I will only intend to change myself
To push out all that is left in me.
Moving the hands; the electric spans of fans
Finger tip to tip
Transmuting classified energy."

Our heads touching; a fused mind.
A moment locked in a loving bind.
Hold on to this self and don't escape the memories.
Heal in the knowing it scares away the enemies.
White tinted; Cinnamon scented
My words catch him in my gaze.
I am the reflection of his projection
Oh what does he think about fame?

~ B