God help the man
who uses others
to enoble himself.
He who lives
through the applause
of his audience
will suffocate in
the silence
of empty halls.
alone,
centre stage
cobwebbed
fame announces
advancing decline.
I fear mediocrity,
I struggle with solitude,
petrified that
my best lies
well behind
in the shadows
of yesterdays past.
I seek
any opportunity
to perform,
desperate for approval,
desiring recognition
I strip myself of all
integrity.