Catch 22

Another one catches , for maybe the 22nd time,
Backstage , centerstage, devoured by the spotlight.
Should she leap or better just to crouch?
What of this is yours, hers, ours or even mine?
Painting stories and tales that with fluidity escape my mouth.
Run rapid water colors splash for your perception .
Will this pass and go away or will it sink in as a lesson.
My brain, it torments my heart  into submission
Give in, let go, the lesson lies within your patience .
Running low on the 4th dimension.
Never a better time for my soul to start confessing .