The stage, pitch black. Actors take a bow.
The anticipated ending.
The plot, never thickening. Every role given without sweat on their brow.
The audience, spinning.
Exit stage on the left.
Another show on any other day.
A new role, or character, but the real character never kept.
Another script. More predetermined lines to say.
Your poise, steady. Voice without quiver.
Your aim, straight for the audience's heart.
Your persona gone, so this role is not that hard to deliver.
Your repetition almost makes it a work of art.
Enter stage on the right.
Another show. Just this one is today.
Your audience sees right through you. Script out of sight.
"Straight from the heart this time" the director says. No more lines to say.
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