Alone With My Words
When I wake up, I’m going to be on a stage somehow.
My speech will be grand and spontaneous.
For now, no one is listening.
Alone in this room.
I start to drift off for a moment.
There is applause for something special I must have said.
They aren’t confused anymore!
All my words are finally making sense to them!
Then I woke up.
I’m in my bed somehow.
Breakfast is called.
And I won’t come.
I’m busy practicing my speech.
I’m busy muttering and crying.
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