Shadows silhouette static t.v. screens electrifying performance just before the curtain falls An audience roars applauds to none of which is truly heard, taking bow to resounding success
All at a level best, the author neither hears the end of their own storyβbut quietly predicts it Believes in it so much, it soon becomes disbelief or as the fear of a fitting end has eliminated grief
Ssshh, shuttle away to the quietest of dreams transported to a land of only imagination Passion, passions of all but passionate Weaving through traffic of a rush hour mind with no stop signs or any bright red light
Denying all of your pride so choked up in a dream, coughing out aspiration, ambition, or ideals And only in a land void of fears, do we soon find the bravery to grow our wings