Did I miss something?
A few lines, maybe?
Did I overread the script,
and now my mind is rewriting it?
Or did it switch
when I wasn't looking,
and now they have me
playing a part
I never interviewed for?
I don't know what it was.
But something
isn't the same.
It feels like a dream now,
not reality.
When I say, "Cut,"
everything keeps running.
And every time I say, "Action,"
it seems like time pauses.
But I guess Hollywood never sleeps.
And the red carpets keep coming,
with deadlines to meet.
The cameras are always watching,
and I can't catch a break.
Every word I speak
is rehearsed
and scripted.
Nothing seems to be on my path
but what was left behind.
And when I keep moving,
keep going,
people pass by.
Sometimes I wonder
if I'm an extra,
just in case someone makes a mistake,
or a sidekick
who doesn't do anything
but tell the superhero
how great they are.
Because I say, "Action,"
and nothing happens.
It's weird.
Cringe.
Cliché.
That's what every movie is nowadays,
though, right?
I read the script
over and over again,
waiting for something—
just something—
to happen as planned.
And when I say, "Cut,"
maybe it'll stop this time.
But for now,
I guess I'll keep practicing my lines.
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Comments2
A movie or play a metaphor for life itself and how I wish I had the director power to say cut or action. Oh I guess I do come to think of it but I seldom act on it. A wonderful write that takes life as a film and we all actors on the stage as Shakespeare himself said all the world is a stage. Nicely written.
Thank you! I'm so glad it made you think that deeply!
You are most welcome A.N.
All of life is a stage.
In saying that, when I asked the court if I could pay my fine in stages, for some reason they said no.
Haha that's clever thank you for reading!
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