The Art of Existence

Oh, it's easy,
the art of disappearing.
I've perfected it once or twice.
Reappearing,
that's the challenge.
Maybe not the act.
But the act of willing the act.
Force and expectation.
Take a deep breath and hold it.
Deep inside your lungs.

You push yourself back on that stage
before the curtain goes up -
the audience staring back at you.
Open like a book.
Flaws and imperfections
judged by the masses.
Keep your head high.
don't retract like a turtle.
It gets easier with time.
Just like riding a bike.
cross my fingers - promise.
Hold your breath a little longer
and the curtain ascends like
"Taa-Daa"