They come to the world with vivid dreams,
drummed into them by the glamorous gleams.
It's the truth they have to face...
If not the dead of everyday race,
water and wine is all too the same;
The indulgence, the praise that becomes a game.
Their talents so much an intoxication thrust into the world,
overwhelming it becomes too much to say the word.
The talent the world yearns for is there too much...
We'll now appreciate the ignored mind as such.
Gone too soon are they.
This is a loss you can never have too much to say.
Rest in deeds!