For the Performer

You stood before me in line

So maybe you should go ahead of me

I can’t make up my mind

So maybe you should go instead of me

I wish were like the rest

Reciting their words so readily

But my heart is beating in my chest

And my lungs are breathing heavily

I guess nervousness just got the best of me

My mind is moving faster than the rest of me

But what makes you feel this way

Is it because you’re insecure?

Is it because you’re afraid?

Afraid people will laugh at you afraid you’ll fuck up?

It’s like climbing up a mountain

Don’t look down just look up

Because if you got the ability to write

You got the ability to recite

You got the ability to soar way higher than a kite

If you got the ability to preach

You got the ability to teach

The ability to let your mind reach

The highest peaks the furthest beach

If you got the ability to learn

You got the ability to earn

Anything’s a possibility

So get up, its your turn