THE SPOTLIGHT'S ON
One-Two-Three-Four-Ego dance time
Why wasn't I chosen?
I worked just as hard,
I pushed beyond limits,
EXCELLENCE!
why doesn't anyone notice my efforts?
LOOK AT ME!
I want my tip, I want my mention, pay me attention,
oh why is your suffering deeper than mine?
​I waltz through the shadows,
a little off rhythm,
a little too slow,
the spotlight escapes.
IMPOSSIBLE –
every step rehearsed and perfected to the bleeding of my moth-eaten heart,
and slices of heaven,
I know them impeccably,
But wait –
Stop –
I laugh at myself –
– really?
We dance shadows for depth,
Children of Night,
the cry of the crows will defend your right to be silent,
unnoticed.
Down from the stage, flutter of wings, fly dragon and fire,
their eyes gleam in the black auditorium void gazing at shadows,
they came to the performance just to see me.
They will never applaud,
but I know.
I am the shadow watching myself.
