Famous Celebrities

The mind, a garden, fertile and vast,

Can bloom with purpose, if anchored fast.

“Mind your own business,” the old words ring true,

Your focus sharp, on the dreams meant for you.

What profit gained in knowing tales untold,

Of lives lived distant, bought and sold

In headlines screaming, gossip’s cruel art,

Of strangers’ dramas that tear hearts apart?

A tangled web, when starlight blinds the eye,

And a celebrity’s life feels closer than thy.

If their family’s feuds eclipse your own kin,

Pause for a moment, consider what’s within.

The world throws knowledge, a constant, harsh rain,

But obsession’s torrent can drive one insane.

Fantasy blurs, and reality’s dim,

Lost in the echo of whispers and whim.

The fuel of gossip, a flickering flame,

Burns brightly for naught, a meaningless game.

“They did what?” the whispers ignite the crowd,

For fleeting excitement, voices scream loud.

But the art they create, the song, or the screen,

That’s where the true beauty can readily be seen.

The dirty laundry, the scandals and strife,

Are shadows obscuring the value of life.

I have battles to fight, and my own path to pave,

I won’t scream for a star, beyond the grave

Of personal dreams, where potential lies deep,

For figures of fancy, secrets to keep.

They walk the same earth, though fame sets them apart,

They breathe the same air, with a vulnerable heart.

So let perspective dawn, a cleansing light,

They’re just people, like you, in the day and the night.