The Show

How much time do I have left?
Because all I feel are deadlines
No matter where it went
I consider it theft
And I bet
The time wasn’t even really mine
But none the less
It’s gone, forced on
Leaving those who remain
In all just the same
To play the sad songs
I just want to re count, re live, remember
Though it’s so hard to see just last week
And all the months have disappeared in the –embers
Like the fire that burns them out in sweeps
And like the fire that fuels the drive
It does two jobs: push me forward; vanish the past behind to hide
You know
With all my capabilities
I yearn for just a little dependency
Too bad I’m on the wrong side
Stretch me this way, pull a little too far
Something will snap back
With guarantee, there might be scars
They said this is the easy part
And when you’re little, they would never lie
Now I’m too big, seen some hard stuff
So here is where I would like to reside
So how do you make yourself strong enough?
How do you check your time?
Who can I consult with- cuz the waiting area’s got this long line…
I’m not trying to vacate the rough stuff
Just wanna better prepare my shield
Oh- ‘nobody’s got the answer’
‘Gotta wait and see how it feels’?
Well, can’t say I didn’t try
Here’s what I came up with in despite:
Everybody will play their roles through
And some will smile and cry
The understudy won’t be needed
And sometimes you’ll miss your cue
Make sure you never cease the act
Because the show has got to go on too
No one wants a half-way production
(Trust me, I wouldn’t pay)
Carry it through the very end
Pause and recite, ‘member all your lines
Don’t worry about anybody else
Cuz The Director’s got your time

~ R.I.P. Momo (dedicated to you)

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