Take a long drive to see the theater production
called "Your Life" in front of me.
I take it in letting my imagination float
and get wrapped in the reality of you and me.
The plot will thicken and the suspense grows
the desire will bring the ****** then resolution.
But by the time it leads to the final scene, I'm upset,
as there is no happy ending, just confusion.
So now I leave the stage with disapproval and hurt
thinking how I just wasted my time.
Unwilling to accept the fate of this show
I wish to re-write it with my own rhyme.
Spending hours upon hours pondering new ideas
of how to end this show perfectly
Rejecting every possible outcome I write
trying to elude the feeling of misery.
However, I can't give up or stop trying
this play must not go sulky.
I must keep on making endings
to complete the thespian in me.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
Take a long drive to see the theater production
called "Your Life" in front of me.
I take it in letting my imagination float
and get wrapped in the reality of you and me.
The plot will thicken and the suspense grows
the desire will bring the ****** then resolution.
But by the time it leads to the final scene, I'm upset,
as there is no happy ending, just confusion.
So now I leave the stage with disapproval and hurt
thinking how I just wasted my time.
Unwilling to accept the fate of this show
I wish to re-write it with my own rhyme.
Spending hours upon hours pondering new ideas
of how to end this show perfectly
Rejecting every possible outcome I write
trying to elude the feeling of misery.
However, I can't give up or stop trying
this play must not go sulky.
I must keep on making endings
to complete the thespian in me.
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