I step onto the stage
Like Juliet, like Ophelia, like Desdamona,
But I'm smothered.
Why'd I step out? What is out here for me?
Could this be a tragedy turned comedy?
I can only hope,
Because I'll never know.
I'll never know why or when or what.
And if I never know and if it never turns
Then the three ladies' fate will be mine.