two platforms parted and divided by white walls, one with an audience, the other merely void.
but i am my own actress till the curtain falls, i will sing and dance, even if my gowns are soiled.
once stepping on the platform with a lifeless crowd, they view me like the back of a dull magazine.
for voicing unconventional views, i am cowed, the audience and actors: scared of the unseen?
on this quite empty stage is a light where i stand— the spotlight, waiting solely for the novel minds.
you and i, we will work together hand in hand, amusing minds like yours and mine are hard to find.