I’d spent my life in search of fame 

Craving accolade renown

Daring novelty risk aflame

I garnered the audacious crown

From this teetering lofty height

Wobbling there looking down

I saw my sad self far below 

Crushed by the weight of accolade 

Chained to a past to my horror 

Empty of love or its warming fire

Having striven for the rabble’s roar 

Rather than my heart’s desire.