What is this fame, it is the devil's game
You run to succeed and then you let the vultures feed
Along that lonely road you loose yourself
Yet like mountains you build up your wealth
Your talent is a gift to all but for you it's a curse and your downfall
All you want to do is live, laugh and love
But you sold your soul and are refused refuge from above
Along that lonely path you walk
With bitter-sweet memories and promises that were all talk
When it finally all ends
When you're left with no friends
When your pain comes back
Scratching like nails on your back
You realize you were wrong from the beginning
You will always lose in this game
There is no winning.
The poem is about comprehension of beauty. While looking for an apt image, I came across this and learned about Wabi-sabi. I am a Wabi-sabist partially. Actually I had seen an image of an empty worn out wooden chair on Gabriel Garcia Marquez's celebrated novel One hundred years of solitude, although the theme was isolation and endless waiting there, I like that. I am fascinated by still lonely images in exotic interior spaces.
(Charu Gandhi. In response to the poem 'Just Another')
The more you stay in this kind of job, the more you realize that a public figure, a major public figure, is a lonely man.
(Richard M. Nixon (1913-1995), U.S. Republican politician, president. Interview with Stewart Alsop, said during his term as vice president. Quoted in Alsop, "A Talk with Nixon," appendix, Nixon and Rockefeller: A Double Portrait (1960).)