ImmortalityA Poem by LanaSomebody once told me You ought to be famous To live forever As people mourn your death Like the death of a God Who had no power over life Who could've been King And reign over us Like a star in the sky Your iconic figure painted by fans On millions of canvas Framed on simple wood Mounted on millions of walls All over the planet Across the universe You are the image they paint Buying you for a couple bucks Included in their living room As if to say "Now you're one of us" Nobody knows you And yet everyone loves the dust --you left behind after being victimized By the thief of time And so after thinking about it Somebody told me I ought to be famous To achieve immortality That it was the only way But I kept wondering What if I do? What if I leave a trail of legacy? Different from a snail's journey No eating, feeding, reproducing No mediocrity Only fireworks exploding In the luxurious sky of my Gatsby party Where my white mansion overlooking the sea Seem to be full of light in the dark Even without any streetlights Only the moon shining bright And the dark ocean waves are mine The world bows down at my sight As I come out of my balcony And wave goodbye The party is over The guests cry out my name Like a baby to their mother And I hear them chanting my name Them; They love me but not for who I am The image, the golden frame In the mirror I look at paint Not flesh No bones, no lungs, no jaws No mediocrity I was more than a God More loved than a parent What if I was A forever idol And then what? Then what?
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