If I get lost in the crowd
I fear no one might ever discover
The odd glimpse of brilliance
That my thoughts display
But it’s the fame I fear further more
For then all those careless ramblings of mine
Will bathe in its undue glory
Assigned meanings that they never carried
Inferred and revered as the famed mystic’s mystique
Alas under their weight would languish
My odd thoughts of brilliance