This Is It
So the dream is already real
At least the greater part of it
It’s now up to me
It’s time for me to show what I’m made of
The lights are on me
The audience of fate and opportunity are waiting
Will I put on a show
Or will I kill the show
Somehow I have to find a way
To bring all the best that I’ve got in me
Somehow I have to find a way
To bring out the best of me that I’ve always been dreaming to give
The audience is silent
The eyes of criticism are searching me
The eyes of appreciation are waiting to applaud me
Will I impress or will I fail
The anxiety is overwhelming
But still doesn’t change the fact that here I am
Live on the stage of life
Now I must act
…for all have paid to get their worth
I must throw all care to the wind and fit in the cast
The only care I should keep
…should be of the sequence in the script
So here I go
This is what I’ve been waiting for
This is what I’ve been yeaning for
This is what I’ve been practicing for
Now I shall perform for the applause I wish to own
I hope you enjoy the show
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
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