Falling

08.09.2022

Perhaps for fear of making something too real or too strong or for fear of ones heart being read on ones sleeve,  

One's soul on ones face,  

Spotlight on you naked on the  

Stage in front of your own thoughts.  
 

I am standing on a stage trying my damndest not to perform,  

Trying my damndest to wear no costume, but still  

Smile shamelessly  

When the burgundy curtain draws, 

At the new faces of a  

New life‘s audience,  

Sitting in red upholstered chairs.  
 

There I am,  

I am naked and  

I am smiling but they like me,  

I think,  

And I like standing on the stage — though 

Less so the stage, 

More so the ledge,  

And the f 

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