Flash in the Pan


The wick burns gradually but brightly its end.
When the trigger is pulled the flash to begin.

All it takes is a trigger for the hammer to fall,
the hammer comes down to a flash seen by all.

Followed by a roar as the audience cheers,
like shot out of a rifle, a star suddenly appears.

Leaving obscurity to fame, far and wide,
a newborn star can no longer hide.

Joining the galaxy of stars in the realm,
one needs to have someone take the helm.

If that someone manipulates the rest of one's life,
it adds to the pressure, causes more strife.

Too much, too soon, like a plug in a gun's barrel,
pressure without release, an explosion, will follow.

Whether it is an accident, overdose, or suicide, paparazzi,
fans or tabloids--one runs, but can't hide.

Demand for better and better working one's inside,
coming to a conclusion no one can abide.

A flash in the pan expended too soon,
another great talent has left the room.


Gravesite

Jim Morrison's Gravesite Courtesy Google Maps

Too often, talent revealed results in too much
pressure to please and ends in tragedy.

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