Sometimes I like to try to step into Clay's world and write from his perspective. It's pure speculation of course as to how he really feels about his
fame and his new life but here's my entry to what it must be like.
The Price of Fame
Fame like a giant wave bears me skyward
onward, forcing me higher than ever before
It singes my nerves, sets aloft my soul
and frightens the hell out of me
Higher, faster, farther. . . speeding upward
only to land crashing and barren on the hardscrabble shore
as the wave recedes and leaves me longing
yet so relieved to see it go
Steadily it ebbs, only to return. . . bigger this time
picking up speed, obliterating the sunlight
tumbling me headlong into unreality at breakneck speeds
Upward to fearsome heights then downward to crashing hollows
I love the spotlight, craze the madness, feed off the return
but it never dims until the smallest hours of the longest nights
when its utter darkness threatens and brings me quaking to my knees
The fear of its return matches only the nagging fear
. . . that it may not
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Morgan Rowan 2008
The Price of Fame
Fame like a giant wave bears me skyward
onward, forcing me higher than ever before
It singes my nerves, sets aloft my soul
and frightens the hell out of me
Higher, faster, farther. . . speeding upward
only to land crashing and barren on the hardscrabble shore
as the wave recedes and leaves me longing
yet so relieved to see it go
Steadily it ebbs, only to return. . . bigger this time
picking up speed, obliterating the sunlight
tumbling me headlong into unreality at breakneck speeds
Upward to fearsome heights then downward to crashing hollows
I love the spotlight, craze the madness, feed off the return
but it never dims until the smallest hours of the longest nights
when its utter darkness threatens and brings me quaking to my knees
The fear of its return matches only the nagging fear
. . . that it may not
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Morgan Rowan 2008
