The Road To History Poem by Laquory Jones

I close my eyes then take a bow
My mind's on the prowl
I begin to look around that's
When I see the crowd
I don't believe what I see
I see pieces of history in
The flesh it's time to impress
Nothing short than my best

Maya and Edgar appears distraught
I become wrapped in my thoughts
I'm only doing what I was taught
It's no one's fault as the wheels
Begins to turn my opinions spurned
Do they really matter with my
Emotions on the platter
Souls are what I'm after
Just then the rooms fills up
With laughter with no applause
So much brain power I've exhausted

Richie have you lost it don't you
Give up even if your enough is
Not enough the road is bound to
Be rough in this world you have to
Be tough I then take a breath but
Tears never wept I'm on stage
Slowly suffering a painful death

So I go back to my fundamentals
Keep it straight keep it simple
Is this poem going to work
Perhaps my mind's overworked
It's anxiety gripping me as I try
To give people the best of me
The walls of anxiety begins
The crumbling in life I'm made to
Stumble but people keep me
Humble I then opened my eyes
Alarm bells begins to ring
It was all a dream it seems
What would become of me
What would be my legacy.