Socrative Student, Socrative Master
October 27, 2015
Tensity fills the air
we are all in for a scare
the drum of our heartbeats
rushes faster with the heat
My mind is wide open
but my mouth so closed
I feel uneasy, sweaty
nervous, clammy
But this is the thrill of the lifetime
because the moment my mouth opens
the entire room silences to hear
and somehow,
someway,
I end up
blowing people away
For some reason my words
seem bigger than the peep of the birds
How funny, I think
because my voice is nothing much but a squeak
So I think to myself
that if for the rest of my life
I can live on such a high
then baby,
I am golden.
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