The slippery stage is
The world of your release
Your public is so cruel
They take you for a fool
Each movement is far-fetched
You’re standing at the edge
Of the showbiz abyss
You let yourself on lease
You shout through the grease
Through elbows and knees
To be or not to be
To breathe or not to breathe
You scream about your pain
No sound – that’s in vain
You die for the applause
For laughter strike a pose
They ready to absorb the sketch
Go on! You – awkward wretch!
Impress us with pliability
Use your natural ability
So we can put you down
You`re merely a clown
You’re sinking in the flaccid flowers
Who maintain minutes stands for hours
The world where word is move
Has something to improve
Has something to declare
Imagine if you dare
Sometimes I feel like you
I feel so lost and mute
I feel like losing capacity to speak
And I do feel so weak
In circle of acquaintance
I can’t open my mouth
But no-one pays heed to
That I’m mute but true