Lights. Camera. Action.
“𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑃𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡'𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔!”
A hush fell, a silence followed
Was it the audacity or was my act too calloused?
Eager to find out but too apprehensive to seek
I waited for long only to end up with a quiet catastrophe
I had known it all along
The stage isn't where I belong
For all I know, I was a performer unacceptably loud
Or possibly, I was too frightened of the well-tamed crowd
Whatever the case may be
The grave faces, the agitated eyes
Ordered me down the stairs
But this time, before I leave the stage
I shall unchain myself, I shall reason my rage;
To all steps, that brought me here,
To all the people that left me here,
To all the things that made me swear,
To all the emotions that I could never bear,
Today I announce and this way it must always be now;
I fear thy challenge no more, I don’t care a bit.
I won’t memorize the dialogues just to be the hero, I’d rather be a misfit
For what hero is it? Who gets the fame but not the virtuous glory
Of leading some well-propped characters but not a meaningful story?
This drama of yours is self-created, I won't ever abide by its rules
If you think, the elite is what you're attracting then ha!
Look at your audiences, I see nothing but a bunch of fools
Foolish enough to waste their time and yours
Each one of them trying to escape their own battlefields, their own wars.
Do not surrender.
You don't need to.