Stage Life

I want that life, the one I see.
The one you and me can achieve.
The past can tell, what I have done.
When I was not truly me.
Emotions flickering on and off, like strobing lights looking for purpose.
And now they light, light up for the final show, with only one in the audience she knows her name. The play that spells my name in all its glory, the future will be as it was foretold, by the nervous hands typing their conclusion. But the promise that was made, has not yet been abandoned. Because there is a secret at the end. But the right play, will last forever. A special message for who, she knows. And the curtain is her power alone. The bow I leave, until notice me does she. I'm no Clyde, but I'm sure I'll do. I could be him, if you want me to. Because this play is yours and yours alone. The masks are your budget, and you pay for what you make. But at least it's yours. And this theatre was built on the structure of hymns to your name. Now won't you join me? This isn't new, at least for you. Out of the audience and to the stage, is where you made me go, and I plan to return the favor. Simply wear the mask you always have and hop on the stage, but this time I ask you different. Our pains United will create comfort. And that is the time we raise our masks, and dance in the spotlight. All our lives shining circles around us, I foresee all of it with you, but this theater may be too expensive, and it might not even be the play for you. So I understand that time, the giver and taker. Will soon talk with you, and then you'll decide. Protagonist or antagonist you'll sign my heart.