Waiting I

Waiting behind the closed door, oblivious to the crowd.

Waiting to make your entrance, standing tall and proud.

Waiting for your music, so that the anticipation is increased.

Waiting for the bell to awaken your inner beast.

Waiting for the rituals, to tranquil pre-battle worries.

Waiting for the initial attack, impending in controlled flurries.

Waiting for your opponent to give up and quail.

Waiting for the day when you finally fail.

Waiting for the day I have to choose.

Waiting for the day I have to lose.

Waiting for the day when I will thrive.

Waiting is the time when I truly feel alive

Waiting backstage, oblivious to the crowd.

Waiting to sing your lyrics, accurate and loud.

Waiting to be dazed by the bright light in your eyes.

Waiting for your throat to loosen and hit those highs.

Waiting for the adrenaline to make an impact.

Waiting for the audience to ultimately react.

Waiting for the wall of sound, as you ultimately prevail.

Waiting for the day when you finally fail.

Waiting for the day I have to choose.

Waiting for the day I have to lose.

Waiting for the day when I will thrive.

Waiting is the time when I truly feel alive.