// The Stage //
Why would you try to serenade me,
with your trifling ideas of pedestrian existence;
Have you not noticed the glint in my eyes,
Watching the curtains rise from the cardinal side,
The pace at which my heart picks the momentum,
Everytime I set foot onto the transcendent stage;
How can you be so blind to my conviction,
This is the veracity I faithfully live by.
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