Maybe in another time,
You might hear me…
Above the din of crowd’s approval
The tiny little songs beneath the roar
Perhaps in some other place,
You may see me…
Out there beyond the glaring footlights
Shining bright and true
Here I am … just me… my self
Nothing to hide,
No games to play
Perhaps, if I knew the rules
The dance… the script
Someday, in a warmer space
You will feel me
As others clamour to touch your robe
I’ll be in the wings…
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