![]() George Michael Is DeadA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenGeorge Michael Is Dead Have you ever striven or yearned for perfection, in love, achievement, possessions, knowing it to be beyond your reach? All too often the frailties, flaws and cracks mask the talent, wisdom and art that a mere mortal possesses; yet we still chase the dream. Even those who do get the 'girl', the car and the mansion, have self-doubt. They reach the top of the mountain they chose to climb but the view from the summit is often less than clear, the air far from sweet. As still in their hearts lies doubt; a craving for more, for better, for acceptance, for adulation, for recognition, or simply for reassurance. So they keep striving, sometimes stepping over real people on their journey, or finding a shield or blanket to hide themselves from the glare of their expectations. But more often than not, to hide from the self they fear, and barely know. 06/01/17 © 2017 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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9 Reviews Added on January 6, 2017 Last Updated on January 6, 2017 Author![]() John Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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