Run of the Life

What a great life, being powerful and known,

To stand forever out of the public.

The only jail securing favours is broken,

I paid my price, and get my fame.

I shall not take a silent blue pill,

Even a sprinkle of colour can let beauty the tone.

Photos black and white, they might be,

But each gaze back with a different tale.

Waking up to the changing news,

Text in a different font, sized with an odd taste.

Mocking my rivals vicious in manner,

Doing things that might annoy, yet I enjoy.

Feeling the same today, but also feeling different.

Another friend is praised, with another reason.

A lesson is taught, hidden but important,

When my strange sprinkle let beauty the tone.