Stage fright in my guts,
swearing to shut, out crucial lines.
Critics wait my fall from grace
as I did on that last day.
Such, ignorant foes,
A gruesome pack of files.
Drink up my words, you pesky play
nerds, and hate all that I say.
Step outside the realm of fate
The lines I intone,
They strive to light the beacon,
And shake the status quo,
Where acts are all faking.
Changing the script of life,
And call on greater forces,
To redefine my role,
Refuse (the) Didaskalia.
Feel, positive vibes,
Ad lib the lines, streaming inside.
Won't conform to stage directions,
meaningless (to) the play.
Seek, comfort and warmth,
in your sneering pride.
But the facts stain,
flowing one way,
and pouring out of me.
The lines I intone,
They strive to light the beacon,
And shake the status quo,
Where acts are all faking.
Changing the script of life,
And call on greater forces,
To redefine my role,
Refuse (the) Didaskalia.