Smoke And Mirrors



The stage beckons you back.
Flooded with lights but your soul silhouetted,
Faces filled with conviction, but spirits that slowly weaken.
The crowd goes wild.

Adrenaline pumped like an amp
In overdrive, distortion turned up to
Eleven. Where at that same hour you know you meant
To tell them that this is who you are.
The crowd goes wild.

The night is over,
Left for you to remember.
Maybe some day they'll understand.
But until then this you can savour.
The crowd goes wild.





















Sorry for the really blurry pictures, it doesn't really do justice to the event.

viewed from here,
2'2"