She stood before me,
“Are we there yet?”
Your are here, to say the least.
With your locks swiveling around,
While you press record on the stage the world has bestowed.
And you own the stages, where you
Bow before anyone.
And anything else is a whistle on the records you hit play.
You hear them say,
“where are we?”
You are all here.
And you own all the stages, performing on a dead ground, with heavy eyelids.
“why are you all here?”
demanding, not starstruck, not curious to the very last bit.
And the query is a whistle on a ground we’ve never passed on.
The hall is the elongated stage where you bow before anyone
And, again, the ovation is not a standing one
You are the one there.
You are here.
And you stand before anyone else.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 12:41 PM UTC
She stood before me,
“Are we there yet?”
Your are here, to say the least.
With your locks swiveling around,
While you press record on the stage the world has bestowed.
And you own the stages, where you
Bow before anyone.
And anything else is a whistle on the records you hit play.
You hear them say,
“where are we?”
You are all here.
And you own all the stages, performing on a dead ground, with heavy eyelids.
“why are you all here?”
demanding, not starstruck, not curious to the very last bit.
And the query is a whistle on a ground we’ve never passed on.
The hall is the elongated stage where you bow before anyone
And, again, the ovation is not a standing one
You are the one there.
You are here.
And you stand before anyone else.
