PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Are you happy with the way things are here

Or would you try to trun back the clock

Or rewind the tape and simply leave it blank

Cause it seems the director of our movie up and left

Leaving us without directions or the script

Although in vain we tried to finish the play

The curtain never fell and the crowd never cheered

We like the director gave up, just turned our backs

Forgetting that the previous scenes would bring the end

Much to the crowds dismay the credits ran early

They wanted back their tickets also their time

Cause their time is precious as well as is ours

We could have been at home with the ones who care

With the ones who put in time to make us better

But our dreams got in our eyes and blinded us

We couldn't see our present desires would cut us short

When in the past our intentions were to play til the end

The director infected our hearts with a disease

That broke us and killed our drive to succeed

It's sad how we're just like the actors on the big screen

Who just read a scripts of someone they could never be

But it's who they are though, if the money is secured

At the same time would leave in a heart beat when it ran out

Don't you see we're as fake as Hollywood

It must have been hard to have your soul removed and replaced with silicon

But it's okay cause to live the dream we chase

We have to extinguish those small town flames

Hose them down, knowing things would never be the same

We knew the curtain of our love would have to fall early

And when it did we picked up another small town script

Read it then acted it out to the best we could

Hoping this one would be our big break into stardom

Hoping our skills would attract an audience

But we knew they wouldn't and never would

So we chase our dreams to find nothing's left

We find nothings real and that's a hard thing to learn

I realize now, we're mere puppets infront of a mirror

I realize now that the curtain never rose