Unbound to Hollywood Fame

It was a day lost at the sea. You walked in

front, spilled the tea. But I wasn't going to just

stand still. Like the waves in the ocean. Words felt like broken poetry in

motion. The sandy news gave a different light. Stolen stories became

a silent fight. One by one, it all came down. Although I was

found, my head was lit not in my name,

but Hollywood fame. How did this happen? Can't you see? Spilled tea and

rotten dreams. But I won't back down. Oh,