You start to see clearly the role you have to play, and things which used to fill you with longing and desire, well lets say they lose their allure. You get used to the sting and the lights and sounds of the stage. They no longer matter. Go and be your self. Rise. Flight. Free.
Yet again I am inspired. This time the path would be filled with small steps. And it matters little whether I reached as long as I journeyed.
"I belong to the forgotten. "
Was that the furthest mile I can cover.
"Well there is always a first time on stage."