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.