He flies and he soars, when he hears the crowd roar.
They chant his name, he wants much more.
He is full and proud at who he is,
Savor it all, not a moment to miss.
He has achieved a lot, and he wants the world to know,
Hiding all else, just his precious collections on show.
With the ownership of the achievements and the few wonders,
Comes the heavy bag, holding his many blunders.
Hiding the mistakes takes all mind and might,
Known only to him, for the rest its out of sight.
It’s a pretty picture that he has painted,
Though in the corner lies the brush, messy and tainted.
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