6 October 2012
Drift through the daze, Of scattered years, Cold cobweb chairs, And hairspray tears.
Dance through the air, Above the ground, Vibrating light, And flashing sound.
Ascend the scene, Towards the stage, Cult craft limelight, To fade with age.
Perform your words, Then give a bow, For this light's, Someone else's now.
Break A Leg • Opuss № I