The Stage

Being told what to do 24/7
like a four year old, when I'm seventeen

Where is home

Bored all day with only 27 feet of land
to play on when their is about 10 kids
who want to play

Where is home

Not knowing who is right or who is wrong
When 200 people speak at the same time

Where is home

My own world, my own self being turned
into another character of my choice
Where when I want to speak, I can
and people have no choice but to listen
My home, my life, my world

Is the stage

Without the stage I'm nothing but one
out of on billion dots on this Earth
Without the stage I can't speak my mind
I can't hear the applause and I can't
hear my fellow comrades tell me how
wonderful I did

Without the stage
I am a dot
Without the stage
Where is home

© Genesis Cardenas, 2011