Ive been making a list of the things they dont teach you at school. They dont teach you how to love somebody. They dont teach you how to be famous. They dont teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They dont teach you how to walk away from someone you dont love any longer. They dont teach you how to know whats going on in someone elses mind. They dont teach you what to say to someone whos dying. They dont teach you anything worth knowing.

Jesus is the perfect nameHe who put away his fameAnd persecuted in shameThat you will never be the sameIts because of you and I He cameBelieve him or have yourself to blameIn the book of life have your name

Why shouldnt I I demand silently. Why shouldnt I become a famous writer Like Norman Mailer. Or Philip Roth. And F. Scott Fitzgerald and Hemmingway and all those other men. Why cant I be like them I mean what is the point of becoming a writer if no one reads what youve writtenDamn Viktor Greene and The New School. Why do I have to keep proving myself all of the time Why cant I be like Lil with everyone praising and encouraging me Or Rainbow with her sense of entitlement. I bet Viktor Greene never asked Rainbow why she wanted to be a writer.Or what if-I wince-Viktor Greene is right Im not a writer after all.

Wealth earned may disappear beauty will fade honor may recede and fame diminish all that shall remain is a soul that is humane within that would leave a trail in the thoughts of your loved onesAnd even if that failsyour God in heaven above will never fail you or fail to rejoice in a life youve managed to live worthy of His praise.

I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that its not the answer.

The world of light and starry gracewithin your mind I live to trace.Your thoughts speed in thunders glorylightening my being with dreams story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish the heart of fame.

All she wanted was a family all he wanted was fame as their relationship famished.