Show time

Confusion.

Why of why cant I see through the curtain

set to preserve the future acts to come?

The performers lie in wait,

Anticipating the lines rehersed.

They'll come out fluent,

Just like we practiced.

Center stage, the world will make way

For the performance that is to come.

They paid to be here,

Their seats were reserved in advance.

And here, here it comes.

The moment we've been waiting for,

Definition of public and personal existence,

Defined in this moment of judgment.

Now instinct is the master

Second nature, the pilot of persistence.

Practice was in vain,

Fate and only fate decides this outcome.