The stage is set, the crowd will arrive.
The spotlight will be on me,
but in the ocean of my thoughts,
my mind took a dive
It is searching for something special.
Something that brings my act alive.
Something that makes me look vibrant
for when the audience applaud looking at me
then can i push myself to be exuberant.
what is this act you may ask with doubt
for what is so special about this performance
what am i making a fuss about.
These questions did occupy me, but not anymore,
for my mind became my savior and brought me the answers
The answers helped my gain my composure
I overcame my fear
I recalled the quote of the great Shakespeare
He did say this world is a stage and we are actors playing our part
But who is the audience not a single soul had pondered.
If I see with the prism of introspection
I see myself in all
The front row are seated my emotions
The last row being my logic
The middle however has my peace seated
Observing every scene, romantic, comic or tragic.
The first row is in awe and overwhelmed
The last row comments, laments or dozes off
The middle row keeps them both tied
And has me glued to my role
What kind of an actor am I ?
The one that is directed by the audience?
But that is the truth
For i am because of my audience
And my audience is because of me
My role was thus decided
albeit the script hasn't found its ending.
However i still enjoy my role,
I perform it to my utmost capacity,
for this i assume is a never ending show
always room for more.
Now i know where i belong
now i know for whom i perform
now i know why do i perform.
The stage is set, the crowd has arrived.
I am ready for the uncertain
and so should you , It's Showtime !!!!!
