A Star cannot help but shine.

The same nerves that grab the trapeze artist,
Before he soars through the air.
The same nerves that seize the actor,
Before the curtain is raised,
Are gripping me now.

The nerves that run through the body,
Before turning into an electric current of excitement,
That propels Great ones to do Great things.
It's Time.

Who would've thought that sitting still,
Being bored and alone,
Would be the hardest thing of all?

Ride life like a lightning bolt.
With unshakable, determined purpose.
Burning up all that stands in your way.
And making the world smile when it sees you strike.

Turn away from what slows you down,
Let go of what scares you.
Move towards new life.
And embrace all that comes with it.

Who am I, but a reflection of what I see?
And is what I see really me?