Nearly Unnoticed

Chance is lonely,
Even though you can't tell,
Chance is reaching out,
For what, Chance doesn't know.
Chance will continue to sit in silence,
And hope that someone may stumble across,
Chance and all of Chance's emptiness,
But they only hope that they do it in time,
Otherwise Chance will have drifted too far,
And Chance may let go,
Of whatever grasp of the world Chance has,
As Chance slowly fades out of the lives of everyone,
Nearly unnoticed.

Fame

Fame is no sanctuary from the passing of youth... suicide is much easier and more acceptable than growing old painfully. Some say fame is the brink of ones' life just before they truly realize all the downfalls they've had. I myself have had, and still is having, vast amount of downfalls in my life, to which, I know how easily suicide could be massed acceptable.

I ask you this ,what makes one achieve such fame; not only in their views but, also, others' views as well? If one was to achieve such fame than wouldn't one cope with the fact that it'll be a wash up in the end?