the thrill, the chase
each funny face
intense exhilaration
i want to embrace
the energy i take
every breath until
i jolt and awake
and i start to feel
excitement like a veil
scream ‘til i’m pale
cut through the shears
but no pain, no tears
every one second
is something to miss
in sweat and high
of this endless bliss
each blending song’s
memorised by heart
learn to chant along
it’s a delicate art
the pushes and shoves
good fun in the pits
moshing boys and girls
with wide smile teeth
the sheer camaraderie
everyone’s a friend
obsessed and possessed
to the very departing end
the joy and the love
when i know i’m alive
actual souls on the stage
giving warmth inside
the feeling irreplaceable
and satisfaction gained
tired and emotional
but it’s all fucking worth it
the constant aching relentless
from watching behind the screen
but with hopes rather dauntless
that someday i’ll be joining the scene.
A Lost Painting