Q20.I AM FAMOUS

The morning that I woke when I had that misty dream, a thought of being famous,A reality most haven’t seen,
I know I had the gift to read a written script, my face worth millions to walk an everyday pitch,
I know I can play sports and win games for my team, my obvious choice is winning” the World Cup dream, my country is the best and that be Spain,
Yet why do we forget that we all look the same?
I know I write music that will relate to many hearts, some create anger feelings; some bring an abundant joy of arts,
My music keep me sane the last straw before I fall, if I take that sound away, am I left a zombie with Metal Robotic skin form,
I know I need to be like my idol, the one that sits across my wall, the media needs me to believe this, as it takes away my own identity without thought, or can I sink back and realise, my own potential is greater than cast props, as not everyone needs a studio lens, to get the right message across,
I am famous; I’ve been branded a talented star, so why cannot people just see, that a star is never alone in galaxy’s far,  
I became Famous look at all my glittery material things,
I’ve done a good cause in celebrating the Celebrity red carpet ring, and teaching humanity, to be as fake as I can be,
As yes would really the real you, come out in the public view,
Or hide behind the lens, of that misty morning dream.