The view from the top ....

So now he was there , He had arrived at long last . His legendary status was born. His dreams were achieved . He stood at his peak , the world at his feet . 
Why then , the emptiness that soon encroached ? Why the loss of direction that trailed in the shadow of his rise ? All the content , the satisfaction soon turned sour . He learnt a bitter lesson ; The view from the top soon morphed into darkness .
The great work was rapidly recent history . Could he reach that level again ? It was a question he privately asked himself . A pressure to eclipse what had gone before . A pressure to show his work was not stagnating . A pressure to still be the star act ; To enjoy that view from the top , a little bit longer .
In the studio , He could merge in with the others , the burden was shared . It was only in his private moments , he carried the profound fear . He had seen the view - and may never see it again ......