The Show

Adash0fflow

It's night again.

The spotlight turns on, shining on the drama

of our futility.

As the players, we all take center stage, and put on the best show we can.

We play our parts well!

Pretending to be rich.

Pretending to be wise.

Hoping we're the hero.

All the while, forgetting which thoughts are in our heads, and which are on the script.

 

It's alright, though.

In a few short hours,

the house lights will come back up,

and we'll go back to daydreaming,

planning out the next night's show.

 

This is our futility.

We trade in our days, pretending we aren't who we are

to buy us our nights, pretending we aren't where we are.

 

So front and center, onstage we go!

Dancing ever in circles, to and fro.

Reciting lines to people we don't truly know.

The comedy of tragedy...

Enjoy the show.

 

  • Author: Adash0fflow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2018 22:57
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 21
  • User favorite of this poem: Adela.
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