..and when you finally wake to find that you're down among the fallout  on the editing room floor
will you wonder why you bothered if this is what your life was for?

We're all someone's stills, pictures on the wall, director's cuts or soundmen's cues,
that's all.

Sold off to the studios or is it in our mind
the next find of the century and then you'll
leave us all behind
but
we've all been there and watched the screen
revolve about the wistful dream
sat silently in the cinema
got ****** at midnight
in the bar,
fell into bed and any bed
heads filled with the promise
of tomorrow
and cut.