So you want be famous.
Do you even know what that means?
People watching you every move.
Waiting to catch your every mistake.
Photographed in the nude sleeping with who.
The personal becoming public.
Sorry but you can shove that concept where the sun doesn't shine.
Just get away from me, leave me alone.
Do not follow, I need my peace of mind.
A quite place to go fishing in a no named stream.
I will never desire that kind of attention.
No matter the money that could made.
Embracing the lonely parade.
Yes, oh yes its just me.
And that's way I want it to be.
Please don't take it so personal.
Obsessive stalking creeps.
In the shadows waiting for there moment.
Everyone is digging for gold.
But me, no not me.
Just a regular Joe, with average name, in a speck of a town, working and living without a trace.
The map is blank, the slate is clean.
Even after all the years.
Fortune bestowed upon child like ears.
Did you not here the first time.
Let me explain with a mime.
Delectable is this unending silence.
Bliss is the lack of drama and violence.
Happy in the moment each and everyday.
No grands plans for someday.
Future unknown, with the present already being satisfied.
No I'm not hiding, I'm just not inviting.
Encouraging the daily worship.
Idle upon false gods.
Avoiding all lighting rods, no matter if it's pain or pleasure.
Take every measure.
So I can continue to write these letters without running into any bad weather.
Remaining weightless, a feather upon the empty paper.
In a scene full of distractions, taking no interactions.
A this is how I hold on to my smile with satisfaction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem