The Power Of Theatre
As I look at my lines, and the people around me
I ask myself
"What inspires me?"
As I look down the empty isles at the empty chairs
I ask myself,
"What inpsires me?"
When I'm in the same place, with the same people for months
I ask myself,
"What inspires me?"
When I look up at the lights and behind me at the curtains
I ask myself,
"What inpsires me?"
When I look into the crowd and see my parents smiling faces
I still ask myself,
"What inspires me?"
But when the light fades
And the curtain closes
And I take my last bow
I remember
That this is what inspires me
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