There's a show at the end of the road,
And all of us have our part to play,
We rehearse every night, sometimes day,
And some believe they never will play.
They fear the stage, it's blinding lights,
Some try to run, try staying away.
But as the sun sets,
And they light up the sets,
We all have to dance away.
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
