Opening Act

OPENING ACT

Journals of me,
Like music videos
Are parental discretion advised
With lines on the taboo
To get a little hype,
Forbidden like the fruit
In the garden.

Memories come out
On the explicit
To mold me, shape me.
I open up my life
And let my soul
Fly high in the presence
With you in front of me.

Now that I perform
On the stage where dreams
Are understood.
I see it so clearly
Every time it runs through me
Where I chase the fantasy
To make it reality.