
Roaring applause is sweeping the halls, just roaring applause.
Where most saw a green light, I took a silent pause.
The lungs stopped expanding, they collapsed within me,
One final attempt by the sadness to gracefully kill me.
And some electric bolts shot out my holographic shoes.
You could easily find me if you followed the blues.
There’s a clock in my body right where most hearts lie.
It counts the times I’ve split my chin open and apologized.
The crowds get louder but my feet is fleeing the scene.
The rocks in my pockets dance like some cursed fiends.
But the sound of the claps still follows, even after dark.
Perhaps if I embrace their “thank yous”,
I won’t have to fight so hard.
-JW