The play has begun.
\nIs this the first act
\nor the last act?
\nAm I in the middle,
\nor leaving the stage?
\nThe plot has been thin.
\nIs my life a rehearsal?
\nHas the cast been chosen?
\nAre the tryouts over?
\nDoes creation know how to write
\na play that means anything at all?
\nThere are bits of the script
\nthat confuse me.
\nWhere the dialogue hangs in the action,
\nwith no where to go.
\nNo soliloquy to explain the plot
\nwith the light in my eyes.<\/p>\n
Where is the girl?
\nThe decoration for bravery?
\nThe shadows of catastrophe
\nwhere I enter noble and wise.
\nOr is it a pedestrian walk?
\nA street here,
\na good-by there.
\nA song that repeats
\nagain and again,
\nuntil I die in the sand
\nsurrounded by emptiness.
\nIn the end,
\nnothing making sense
\nexcept love,
\nand my hand on a woman\u2019s hand,
\nheartache, and salt
\nfrom her tears on mine. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The play has begun. Is this the first act or the last act? Am I in the middle, or leaving the stage? The plot has…<\/p>\n