The crowded masses wait
Whispered hush, anticipating
For things to coalesce
But I just want to separate
If all of life’s a stage
Enter left, and exit right away
I’ve nothing left to say
But everyone’s still waiting
I can’t stand it
Heavy silences
An actor past his prime
Empty words, abandoned lines
Stumbling across the scenes
Behind the curtains
But finally it seems
I’ve found some authenticity
Between reality and dreams
And I’m not sleeping
I hate to ask you for another
Just a line this time, direct me where I’m going
And if I dance another number
Would it be enough of a convincing performance