Summary
The text reflects on the author's aspirations for wealth and recognition, juxtaposed with their current feelings of obscurity and the fleeting nature of fame.
Abstract
The author muses on the potential for future wealth and fame, painting a vivid picture of their present-day struggles with a tight budget and the desire to avoid public embarrassment. They imagine a future where they might be celebrated and featured in prestigious magazines but contrast this with their current anonymity, contemplating the possibility of disappearing from public view. The author philosophically acknowledges that a hundred years from now, they might be commemorated, yet they will be long gone, equating the pursuit of fame with folly.
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Maybe one day I’ll be wealthy I close my eyes and dream, My budget is so tight It’s tearing at the seams.
I might feature in a magazine Some high brow publications, But for now, I’m hiding To escape humiliation.
I could end up famous Welcomed everywhere, Right now I’m still just nobody So I think I’ll disappear.
A hundred years from now My bust might hang on hallowed walls, But I’ll be dead and gone by then With all the other fools.
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