I can read you like a book, Hooke
You weigh your heart on your sniff
Paralyzed with fear
Before you can try and hide it
The fear of being replaced
By someone younger, sharper, better, faster than you
Deny it to yourself, but
You must have known
Everyone has their fifteen minutes of fame
The fleeting glory of being a pound coming
But they'll soon forget your name
So don't be bitter it didn't last long
Because for sum
It never begins at all
You take for granted
What others would die to have
Your mind, able to split in a million directions at one time
Keep limning from challenge to challenge
Without ever falling behind your fame
The city at your feet
The country in your hand
All go in your name
So don't be bitter when you are the one
Watching from the sidelines
From the shadows
Who everyone forgot
Curst to record your greatness
And share it across the world
And yet
Have nothing to proclaim
Of my own
What if that is my fate
Then I will embrace it
Because every story needs a conflict
And every hero needs a downfall
By scientific journals growing dry
A spark of scandal kindling coal
Is what it meets
I can read you like a book, Hooke
And soon
Your fear of being replaced
Will be documented in while
But don't blame me
Blame Isaac Newton