I start think should i talk or should i jus walk away from da spot,
i start to think is dis spot light for me or some1 else.
And den from da crowd i hea my name being cheered.
"sam, sam, sam" i don knw y am standin under a spot light,
Den i hear a thick voice from backstage, same say something.
Den i realize its my frnd askin me to read out a poem.
Den i realize am a poet when i start talkin, i hea music in my head, i open my eyes.
Its my alarm ringing, and den i realize i was jus dreaming.
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