101. Performance

I'd let the waves run its track.
The course came from what couldn't be tracked.

I was unseen by peering eyes.
Even invisible to my own eye.

But once I felt being sensed,
I came from out of my senses.

I had no thought of wanting to be free.
Once caught, I was afraid of being freed.

Now with an audience to show,
I began selling my own shows.

Expectations caught me under pressure.
Everyone's made me feel pressured.

Becoming a performer as solid as a rock.
I wanted to show to the world how I rocked.

I grew up without a name,
But the spotlight was how I was named.

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