Broadway

Behold Broadway. The place where dreams are created, molded, become true, die and resurrect. The place where your heart breaks but you'd give anything for just a taste. The place where lies are told but the truth is stronger. Where your weird quirky ways mean nothing. Everyone is just like you but different. Where everyone wants the same thing. Where you strive harder to stick out. Where some sleep their way to the top and some never even make it to the first cut.Where secrets are revealed and held against you. Where home is and where your worst enemies lay.Where you want to give up. Where you look up and you see your dream in the sky again. When you look at the lights and the shows and you remember the playwrights. Where you remember certain things weren't accepted there. Where you remember the mold was ALWAYS broken. Where some people make it and some people don't. Where the dream is still alive and burning.Where people leave there hearts for the world to see. Where home is. Where that overwhelming feeling begins. Where the love you have for it grows everyday. Where the tears you've let fall means nothing yet everything because you gave your all. Where the producers rule. Where your heart truly belongs. Where when you read this you smile because well it's how you feel exactly. Where you crave to be there every second of the day. So dear old Broadway mold me and make me I don't want to be broken. Teach me the ways that I should follow. Be my guide and my crutch. When you let me go if I fall pick me back up. Show me why my heart is so into you. Show me why I fell in love. Bargain with me. Be my confidant and I'll be yours. I give you my all. My heart, soul, body and mind. My sweat, tears and health. I'm going to make it Broadway. I'll be that one in that one in a million chance.