A WALK TO F(L)AME

Walking down a lonely road.
Seeing lights along the way
Knowing home is the only way
But home seems like a mile away
Yet so far but still so close
Seeing the hate and ignoring the joy along the way
That's the way they move and think
Hoping they will love your craft
Craftsmanship is all I have.
Or that's what the lonely thinks.
As the ink on my pen blurs
My life ticks away
Hoping for my name in lights
Seems like a daily lie
Lightening struck and I still laugh
Laughing cos my name is still light
And the end is so near.