Fame\'s elusive dream, a fleeting high
A pursuit that consumes, yet often denies
True happiness and peace of mind
Leaving emptiness, a hollow find
Many chase the spotlight\'s glare
But in its shadow, darkness shares
The pressure mounts, the stress takes toll
And souls are sold for momentary role
They compromise their values, lose their way
And in the end, their true selves slay
For fame\'s a cruel mistress, cold and gray
Leaving ruin in her wake, day by day
Yet still we covet her, this fleeting fame
Blind to the costs, the endless game
But true greatness lies in character\'s might
Not in the fame that fades with night.