Bright lights, Centre stage,
White rose, Blank page.
Addicted to the aura,
Infected by the venom,
Not locked in Pandora’s Box,
But I’m in my own personal plenum.
Could feel the pressure,
Yet I’m enjoying my high,
The pain doesn’t lessen,
But I’m willing to fight.
So caught up I fell,
Leaving me unconscious.
Woke up oblivious only to realise,
I was already in my subconscious.
Don’t mind going back,
I’m already a dreamer.
But I don’t mind making my dream a reality,
Only to be with you.
Bright lights, centre stage,
White rose, blank page.