Life’s like a play.

And then it feels as if I were the understudy

wondering if I’ll ever swoop in and take the spot.

Or perhaps a stagehand preparing for changeover.

Clearing the way, shuffling all the props.

Or perhaps even the prompter,

reading those lines,

telling her what to say

and him when to kiss her.

 

Where standeth my stage, where shineth my footlight?

My part, fit like a glove, my unsurpassable performance.

My encore. My rerun. My remake. My magnum opus.

 

My love story.

What a drama.

commedia

 

One Comment

  1. juup
    9/20/2010

    Die irritante onwelwillende kiezelsteentjes ook! Grrrr

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