Fleeting is fame.
It's like striving after the wind.
No one can get too comfortable with its breeze
since it's to Father Time's chagrin.
First, one person gets the breeze
Then, it passes on to the next man,
because every generation has talent
and every generation's talent has fans.
Everybody loves the breeze
until it stops flowin' in their direction.
Phonies only come around when in need.
Rare is unconditional affection.
Wisdom is a form of protection.
It understands that fame won't love anybody back.
Wise people use their notoriety with discretion.
They're in tune with the core, underlying facts.