In the dazzle of the city lights, where dreams are spun so bright,
The echoes of laughter and fame dance through the night.
Faces in the crowd, known by many, loved by few,
In the chase of glory, what price do they accrue?

Amidst the flash of cameras, where every move is seen,
They wear their smiles like armor, in the grand life they preen.
Yet in the quiet shadows, away from all the noise,
Lies the heart’s true longing, stripped of all the poise.

The adoration of the masses, a fleeting, fickle thing,
Today they sing your praises, tomorrow they may sting.
For in the court of public favor, the throne is never still,
A constant game of balance, a test of iron will.

So tread with careful footsteps on the path of fame’s delight,
Remember that the truest gems are hidden from the sight.
In the end, when echoes fade and silence fills the air,
It’s the love we give and receive that makes the journey fair.