This is where we lay on our warpaint, ready to conquer the stage.

I look at this image and think, 
man, I'm a narcissist for staring at this photo for so long!  (no, but really)
I see this photo and it immediately surfaces different waves of emotion. 
This, captured ten years ago. I can feel the vehement passion for performing burning brightly from the still. 

Still I know why I work so damn hard. Because there is nothing else. There is no "Plan B". Throw in another decade and where will I be?
 In a landfill of new experiences with a dated list of contributions?
 Wherever I'm going, it's conceivable from here.