The Fall

We all ran the race to fame, candles held aloft

bumping each other along the way,

spinning, tripping, some got lost.

Pictures put together bit  by bit

people starting knowing how we tick.

Some words exchanged on the modern web line

and soon we give alittle more each time.

Run the race, take that walk, let the journey lead the way

don’t forget as you give of yourself, leave some for the end of the day.

Oh the lights of fame  , you elusive thing, what makes you ever spark

I’d like to take a drop of  self preservation and return you to the dark.

Well we all ran the race of fame…………………..