You walk up to the stage,
All eyes are on you.
A billion thoughts in your mind,
But you speak out just a few.
When your share of attention,
Is given to you,
It is your job to,
Give those moments value.
And leave an eternal impression,
On those who are seated,
For moments in time are never repeated.
And on the stage,
There is no margin of error no room for doubt,
In the moments you speak your heart out.
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