Curtains Up

Lift up the curtain, here’s a thought
A thought on 21 years, a lot of things being fought
Exhaustion rears its head, as sweat flows
Flows from his young brow, as time shows
Shows that these acts are well deserved
To be stable on the ground, or fly high like the birds
A renegade soul stands on the stage
21 years of age
Trying to come out the cage
Spittin these words, like fire from a mage
Best believe, the heat is on, and he wants no regret
Tired of playin games, he look at the garbage that he wants to reject
After these acts….the curtain will drop
Poetry is his release, this act is a go…Curtain’s up, baby…that’s fa-sho!