CAN YOU ANSWER ME THIS?

Hands sweat with anticipation,

Mic in palm, calm, keep calm

It’s just a poem, a song, an interview

Will you let them enter your view?

What will the first question be?

Will I say the truth? Will I tell a lie?

With each question will I live, or die a little more inside

Will I hit the first note?

Will I get stage fright and choke?

Will I forget my lines?

The nerves eating me alive

I breathe in deep. Sip from the glass to my right

As the white host goes “Welcome, so and so to the show”

I smile. Laugh off the jitters, playing the part

Then it starts.

Only time will tell how this goes, parting lips, tongue untied

“My name is so and so and I …

I …

I…”