Somebody tell that man there are only so many starlit nights we’re allowed, that the sands of time won’t stop collecting around my ankles, that I’m beginning to believe that Stardust is my maiden-voyage name, and that surely I will soon sink in this sea….
The Scene: You are an actor and I, an epic script
With minds to set the screen afire
With hope upon our lips
The Method: Be emboldened and feel the risk with me
We’ll project timeless, endless strength
We’ll cast doubt to the sea
Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs.
I wonder with deep-seated fear, just how will I do this?
Though morning maketh all things new, by eve’ I dance decrepit
It seems the voice inside my head desires me unaccepted