The camera is focused on me, one second dramas all around,
spotlight bounded but not an eternal glory to suffer from,
suffering on with a struggling song in the ambience,
but the spotlight dies down, faded to black, the focus is gone,
the lenses have vanished and lost in three two one.
The spotlight points to centre stage, you're afraid that it's you-
but you look across and it's someone else, not a mirror image,
not even a mimic, this is your finish. The crows are cheering,
chanting but steering away from your name,
and you wear the stain of their success; the fans are gone,
the ambient struggling song, is a party tune; dedicated elsewhere.
You look around- you are no longer the main character,
you are just an extra, walking along...
The scene closes, you are just staring at the cameras;
directed away from you.