Stage fright.

Silence encroaching, everyone approaching, waiting anxiously to hear, what I have to prepare, do they care?  Interest in motion, maybe something about the ocean, I want to swear, but it has to come from in here, a heartfelt word as it where. I get ready to turn with torsion, measure my words with portion, and then comes the fear, I check my breath for beer, as they are waiting to hear, all the words I hold dear.

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