Silent Paparazzi

I scoff at your desire for fame,

As the silent paparazzi lurk in the mundane.

Don’t you see they are obsessed with your name?

Capturing all the trends that you byte,

An incessant micro-dosing of the limelight.

Constant quiet snaps of your galore,

Subtly feeding the ego without deplore,

Only to convince that you deserve more.

So to you, I sincerely implore.

Sacrifice the prestige and explore,

The unveiled magic world,

Of a truly nourishing attention

Paid privately and loudly at your soul.