Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.
-- Wayne Dyer
Clinging to the only self we know
we are voluntary prisoners in our jail
supporting actors in a monotonous show
rehearsing for a stardom, always ready to fail.
Under the spotlight so blindingly strong
our stage is everything that we can see
deep down we know our script is wrong
but wrong is part of role we can only be.
Still happily lost somewhere in the Act One
hoping dropped curtain may mean applause
we are still only starting, far from being done
not realizing how our acting resembles pause.
For, there is nothing like an epic plot in our tale
and we might as well step down from the stage
to join the audience wallowing in their own jail
looking around, it's more spacey than a cage.
Lights over exit doors look dimmed down
not calling anymore outside of that place
and it feels like the only theater in town
with a repertoire of some old replays.
Here, even our director has fallen asleep
no wonder it feels like we're doing so fine
that old, and ever present annoying creep
playing our conscience at each spoken line.
Well, at least ir seems to be quite safe here
unlike outdoors with all uncertain directions
of course, ours is not to play a Shakespeare
our act too simple to bother with corrections.
Who would want to leave the comforts of this stage
where close to nothing happens except rehearsing
and this seems like the way to embrace the old age
times of brave auditions are gone without reversing.
© 2022 Val Karas