The dance of desire, by Osmund Agbo I want fame, I will fortune but no flashing lights, No crowded streets or endless nights Where strangers pry and whispers sting I want the peace that's fit for a king. I crave life's simple, quiet charms A walk at dusk, warm hearts, calm arms. Yet I long for splendor, gilded and grand The velvet touch of power in hand. I yearn for wealth that silences fear, No sleepless nights with futures unclear. I dream of sands where turquoise tides sigh, Lounging with a Mai Tai beneath endless sky. I seek the gaze...