Do you throw away your day,
And strive towards the fruits of celebrity?
The vanity, the immorality, the implied volatility
You’re afraid of failure’s tenuous grasp,
Yet you strive for the unworthy.
I see your kaleidoscopic emotions,
As you teeter on the edge
Of your harsh barrio reality.
After your latest demon-stration
Of your fallout of weaknesses,
I envision life without you,
I imagine the legacy of friendship
You trail behind you, irrevocably linked
To that animated dance floor where we met.
