I think that I shall never be an artist of celebrity
For I possess no quality remotely nearing brilliance.
I do not smoke
I do not drink as if without a bridle
But most of all I fear that I am hardly suicidal
And so I know I never shall develop much distinction
Because I lack the crucial trait of challenging extinction
I suppose the question is which has God intended?
Being known and miserable?
Or unknown and contented?