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The Theatre MAG
I hung my issues from the cats,
Sat myself down in the front row,
So who I had become could watch who I was.
I stripped my stresses down backstage,
Dressed myself in a dream,
Laced my eyes with stars,
My lips with poise and passion,
And my cheeks rosy with magic,
I watched as I performed,
As I became someone else,
As I became myself in a more true form,
I was watching myself play someone else who looked just like me,
who was me in a different world.
He put his feet on the floor and moved,
He played the planks like keys,
Music with his feet.
He opened his mouth and out came nectar,
Sweet sensation of sugar-laced notes.
He needed nothing other than his face,
The silent tale of thrill and mischief.
He conformed, shaped, and painted the air with his being,
I was engulfed in his ecstasy and swept off
To a world he called Neverland.
I watched from the front row,
I watched it like a dream,
And after I applauded with a great
Thunder of my own doing,
He met me face to face,
I stared at who I could be,
A true spirit shed of the filth of society,
I stared into the eyes of who I could never be
Outside this temple of reality,
This hidden cave of dreams,
This haven of truth.
So I took him hand in hand,
Dressed him in my issues,
And left back into the world of pain,
Leaving creation behind me.
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