When my thoughts have their privacy within the walls of my brain, they are
Free to practice their routines and prepare for the spotlight--
Anxious to own their moment of fame, longing to be understood by all who will listen
And yet, when the time comes to step forth and steal the show,
They are nowhere to be found.
Instead, they hide inside their dressing rooms until the audience
Gives up and goes home, grumbling in disappointment.
So they remain anonymous for yet another night,
Even though these musings of mine are destined for greatness.
Confident that they have something unique and meaningful to
Offer the world, they believe that there is still time to
Dream--time to wait and see where they belong before they
So carelessly sacrifice themselves to the first willing spectator.
It is a tactic that I wish my heart had learned long ago.
All of this drives me to keep on waiting
For my thoughts to stand up and conquer life itself,
To prove that ideas can indeed change the world.
I keep hoping that my soul can truly make a difference
Through words and the spaces between them.
And I will never stop believing that it is never too late for change.
For am I really old enough to have anything worthwhile to say?
Have I gained enough wisdom to do more than take up empty space
On someone's hard drive or bookshelf?
What do I have to contribute?
Where should my musings make their debut?
All these things haunt my wasted evenings
And will continue to do so until my thoughts are ready
To make a name for themselves.
Until then, the show must go on.
Prepare for another night of opening acts with nothing to follow.
Lackluster. Mediocre.
Run-of-the-mill.
But won't it be spectacular when the stars finally shine?
I wait for that day in passionate anticipation.
And the seats will be filled with souls who waited too
And they'll be overcome with joy that they did.
Just wait and see.
Those two lines changed my life. As did the rest of the movie.
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