Empty seats.
Rows, waves, truckloads, boatloads.
The hollow ringing of their
Vacancy surrounds me, deafens me.
Here I stand before them,
With my little piece to say;
A bright light shines upon me,
And drowns the sea away.
Somehow I feel quite silly,
In front of all these seats.
I know that they won't judge me,
But my heart, it bounds and leaps.
Inside, I rip, I tear;
I destroy my confidence,
And I must step aside-
Away from the light.
And the chairs, they reappear.
My confidence vanishes-
Gone.
It was there once, but in its place,
I have naught but
Empty seats.
