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In My Corner

It seems we walk that aisle every night.

Staring into the lights. Staring out into the world.

No regrets. No concerns. No way back.

 

The naysayers boo, and some whisper their words of destruction.

Others arise to their feet in support, on board with this uniqueness.

Yet they all turn in unison, as we come through those curtains.

 

We defy the attention. We defy the spotlight. We defy the acknowledgement.

It’s about quick tags and ring positioning in this life, and thus remains our focus.

We remain loyal to our arsenal of clashing forks, fireworks, and sticking it to the man.

 

Through it all, we season, we sharpen, and we leave just a little bit to our craziness.

For craziness is like heaven…

And that’s a finisher that no one has been able to kick out of.

 

It all has been a wonderful ride to this point,

And it is a ride, that has just begun.

All in all, I am very happy that each and every night, you are in my corner. Big Time.

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