#17 POV of an artist

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Travelling the same roads
Many others have trodden
Still I trade slowly like walking on eagshells
Cause even destination is the same
These wheels are new
Experience every pothole and every stiff turn
Look out for the speed breaker, don't get overrun

Sometimes I get so focused on the path
Fear missing sight of the goal
I don't have time to hear my petty crying soul

When I reach the auditorium
Standing atop the podium
Fear grips its fist tightly
And lands a punch in my stomach
Bend over and wait for pain to subside
Breath in breath out exercise
stand up get your bearing
Go to your happy place
That doesn't even exist in imagination

This is what they came for
To see anxiety take art form
They want someone to relate
Someone as common as they are

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