There are those who
spark under lights,
ready for fame
and splendid glory.
Untouched by the weight
of what lies behind.
There are those
who don’t seek applause,
work their silent craft
in the back row,
hold up every story.
Quiet presence,
unnoticed encounters
in the long hallways—
heroes of background,
like the steady ticking of the clock.
They are the pillars of pyramids
built by self-proclaimed Pharaohs.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
There are those who
spark under lights,
ready for fame
and splendid glory.
Untouched by the weight
of what lies behind.
There are those
who don’t seek applause,
work their silent craft
in the back row,
hold up every story.
Quiet presence,
unnoticed encounters
in the long hallways—
heroes of background,
like the steady ticking of the clock.
They are the pillars of pyramids
built by self-proclaimed Pharaohs.
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