Here we go again
That sound deafening, resounding
Filling our inflated heads with that airy feeling.
Keeping our bagged minds elevated.
A splendid job
Our faces throbs
Why does this happen
Why are we disturbed
Then comes the bumps
The cold goose bumps
Our whole skin crawling
With shyness and triumph.
This is the deal
That's how it feels
When you're a little speck
Tiny and lit
And the crowd will appear
Sturdy and fierce.
The knees get weak,
Shaky and weird.
Now all is clear
The mind, it's fears
No more, no more
No more goose bumps
No more no more
No more throat lumps
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