The curtains are drawn.
The lights are off.
The applause has ceased.
This is the feeling of crashing.
This is colliding into the past,
Falling into dirt.
But the show must go on.

You’re center stage,
And the warmth of the spotlight beckons.
The audience is chanting,
“Closer. Closer. Closer.”
The show must go on.

Your confidence shot dead.
Your hope crushed beneath a boot.
Your love twisted and contorted.
Your composure: broken.
But the show must go on.

You think and think and think.
You pray for faith,
In yourself and others.
You seek acceptance in her eyes.
They’re gray and foggy,
Much like your fate.
You say it’s not worth it.
But the show must go on.

But why?
Why walk the distance,
If the distance is always growing?
Why sit on Earth,
While the cosmos call your name?
Why try to be what others want,
And instead come out as what they always expect?

Because you’re depended on;
They depend on your eyes,
Just as you depend on theirs.
They depend on your smile,
Just as you beg for theirs.
You don’t just leave the stage.
You don’t just leave your audience.
They depend on you.
They depend on you for your Love.
They depend on you for your Strength.
They depend on you for your Trust.
So,
On with the show.