At The End Of The Day

 

Their day has ended, so it’s time to analyze

What have they done, we think to ourselves

The followers of the famous, is who they are

But what about their life, is there progress to be seen

 

The famous ones are the established, followed by eyes and ears

The public's success is non-existent, struggles at a high level

Social media lemmings, no time set aside to get better

The ones with the silver and gold, are the literal Pied Pipers

 

It’s the obsession, from the magazines to the television news

Around the clock grabbing, what did they say or do THIS time

Gossip seemingly necessary, while the priorities are ignored

The entertainers get more famous with each pair of new eyes on them

 

At the end of the day, for the followers there’s sadly no regrets

No thoughts given that this was wasted time

They’re in the same position as 24 hours ago

That’s income, and the other standings in their lives

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