Draw The
Line
Inside
the artiste’s head the swirl survives
Outside
one more show day arrives
Sudden
realization upon awakening
Its morn’
inside but outside the evening
Always
the same terror ride of doubt
Wrong
chord, slipped strum or shredded wheat
So now
it’s surreal as that sickening feeling comes
Is this
me as I move and hear morning sounds?
Damn that telephone because I know its time
Three others waiting that play along, rock and rhyme
Pressure from hell, it’s weak to be one
Reach for the gin or there’ll be no going on
This is how it begins and we know how it ends
Either it’ll be grip on control or destroyed by one’s own
hands
The list is long from the greatest to the minor
Self-doubt, the essence of evil regardless of honor
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