There was a phase in my life,
Where nothing made sense,
The learning and yearning,
The expected rise to fame,
Dwindled significantly to shame.
The hustling and bustling,
The ever-present daily hassle,
For all that extra muscle.
We yearned for tomorrow, and the progress it stood for,
But yesterday was once tomorrow and where was the progress in it?
What might have been and what has been only brings us to what is.
We spend our lives planning how things should go and anticipating the outcome in our minds,
But a lesson hard learned is nothing is ever promised tomorrow today.
It was like a dream, the curtains were drawn
I heard screams, and the audience applaud,
Shaky hands tell of how nervous I was
The name was called, the stage ever ready, but there was the awkward pause,
My heart was thumping, the people were cheering,
My mouth opened, but no sound, oh dear me!
Bright lights, prying eyes
I had to hide my fright
So many minds to please, but I wasn’t at ease.
I knew they’d been anticipating this moment,
But I was palpitating, and needed to vent.
Then a sudden force swept through
And it was in control till the end,
Sweaty brows I had, but a relieved me took a bow,
They threw roses at my feet, and shouted my name.
Pulled this off? I really don’t know how
But back in the dressing room, I marveled at the ‘person on stage’ I became.
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