And once again on the stage,
As a crazed performer, I clap in amazement
Of the crowd I entertain.
My act becomes my feelings, my act
Of commendation, how I see their joyful silence
In balance with my shrouded aggravation,
They sit so quiet, listening I suppose,
Bewildered most definitely, for it is confusion I compose,
They keep listening, impatiently, surely baffling me,
And somewhat humorous I might add, for I do no plan to speak.