Everyday, it's the same.
Class, lunch, class again...
Then once, every week,
Up in the corners of the school
I trot, eager for a release from this everyday nonsense.
To many it's a mere activity.
To me, it's the nearest I might ever get
To a world so deep, majestic and pure
Makes me forget, all of life.
And just play
But, it wasn't enough.
I longed, wished for more.
That's all I can do.
I watch them, as they play.
As just the audience.
I'm tired of it.
I hate it.
But...Maybe just maybe.
After the stress of life had already drained me
And I have nothing left, I will force my way into their world.
I'm done being the audience.
I want to be the performer.
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