"Edge of the World" by Eva Elfishawy 
I set out to the road, no regret in my step. 
The me they all know, they'll never see again. 
I got to the edge, the edge of the world. 
But where do I go, I'll ask them if they know. 
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Chorus
Lay your back on the world
and look down into space
then look into yourself
and find your true face 

They said but I felt so wrong 
A tiny speck on this big spinning ball. 
It took some time to look around and realize 
My place is here and everywhere. 

Chorus

I step onstage. Anticipation is smoke seeping from nostrils and from slight open mouths. It fills the room. Tendrils reach my own dark feet. I kick them. I fidget with the mic, adjust a squeaky bench, stomach clenching, legs trembling, feet shuffling over pedals.
 
I breathe.
 
I place my fingers on milky keys which emit golden rays lighting me from inside. I look down to the smoke dissipating. My joints relax. I am full. My head tips, my spine curves, and I fall.
 
Performing is catharsis.

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