Gone For Good

A greatness once had, Can not be recaptured... By the snap of one's fingers. Or an emergency visit made, By one's drug dealer... Who has promised to restore, Unblemished visions from the past! When you are washed up, You've become washed up for good... In Hollywood. Listening to one's self singing, Sweet melodies... Recorded on CD's on loan, From the local library... Doesn't get empathy from Mother Nature. When fame and fortune is misused, In a conscious self abuse. It becomes known and shown. To garner bouquets of disrespect. And loyalty is noticed to be distanced. A greatness once had, Can not be recaptured... By the snap of one's fingers. Or an emergency visit made, By one's drug dealer. Achieving greatness is something, No one should ever take for granted. Or believed can be enforced, To be accepted once it is gone. Once it leaves an ego unguarded... That greatness is gone for good! And not for the good of perceptions.