As I Sit

December 2, 2019

As I sit; my are legs crossed

As I sit; sweat runs down my forehead

As I sit; my hands tremble

As I sit; lights shine down on me

As I sit; my horn is in my lap

As I sit; music notes dance before my eyes

As I sit; my last concert awaits

As I sit; the future's prepared

As I sit; I rise.

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