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 climax, 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.