In response to today’s Daily Post prompt.
I wanted the success,
But did I want the fame?
I dreamed people would love my work,
Then be delighted to discover I was the author.
Can’t I be famously anonymous?
Enjoy my royalties without having to take selfies with strangers,
Pretending to be intimately acquainted?
Could I just be paid now,
And schedule my fifteen minutes after I’m gone?