In the Wings

Cloaked in black, in the wings
Watching such wonderous things
Scrims, lights, sounds and flys
You wouldn't believe your eyes
I don't see you, you don't see me
But what you don't see
Let's your imagination soar
Such that your laughter roars
Or tears stream down your cheeks
Feeling the results for weeks
A drama come to brilliant light
Keeping the stage clean and bright
For the next sitting to be sat
In the wings, is where I'm at

Driving Stick

I start, I stall, I start again
Moving forward, lurching
Stalling again
Starting over, better this time
Too much gas
Flooded
Unable to move, stuck
Started again, lurching forward
Whiplash
Stalling out, fewer now
Somehow it clicks
Second
Third
Fourth
Fifth
Now, driving
Just driving, without direction
Afraid to stop
Fearing the hazard
Lurching again
Out of gas

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