Just a quick 16 i put together.
His Vocation
The alarm cuts through sleep like broken glass
He jerks awake with a cough, chokes and gasps
The digits read 6-0-0, he's still shrouded in darkness
Dull aches, muscles twinges, feeling empty and heartless
Another day on the road for this slave to the flow
Barely time for a cappucino before he's made to go
A black van transports this actor on a 4 hour journey
To the location of the venue for a high power tourney
He stares at a sea of faces riveted to his movements
Making notes of his improvements and where his groove went
Adrenalin kicks in, fatigue is washed away
He'll collapse from exhaustion one time, but it's not today
Cheers and screams greet his entrance, the beat evaporates
He fires lines out accapella with heat that activates
The crowds brain matter quakes, the sound shatters the fake
This is life of a touring performer, trapped in his fate
I'll put the links up a little later.