The Call

A Poem by Martin Ostar

I want to be
What people call successful,
I want to be
What people call famous,
I want to be
What people call rich.

I fight to be
What people call successful,
I fight to be
What people call famous,
I fight to be
What people call rich.


Now I am
What people call successful,
Now I am
What people call famous,
Now I am
What people call rich.

But people,
Don t call any more.

© 2009 Martin Ostar

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Bexers

Everyone always ends up alone, it's only a matter of how hard you grasp to hold onto the fake reality that you are loved.

Could just be the Mtn Dew + Tom Petty making me say that, but I thought it fit.
Anywho, good work. Keep it up!

Posted 15 Years Ago

Bexers

Posted 15 Years Ago

Alexa Tarvid

Dang. This poem thrives from it's simplicity and yet the last line makes you reread it a couple times so you can put your jaw back into place. This is REALLY cool. Ha. So going in my favorites.