The heavy escape from a gut-wrenching reality
can put a damper on your mood.

For I am like an instrument,
I allow people to play me however they would like.

My life is a chaotic crescendo,
and we are coming to the final bars.

There is no coda to tell you to go back,
nor is there a repeat sign, giving me more time.

I have played my final note
and my absent audience does not want an encore.