The Show

A singular moment
Alone on the stage
A dejected voice
With hints of rage

That boils underneath
And silently grows
But with a smile
Continues the shows

It's all pretend
A never-ending road
Continue to walk
Carrying the load

Left with no choice
Even though you dream
And follow with footsteps
Past the flowing stream

Of what could've been
And should've been
And never again
Ever will be

. . .

A fanatical obsession
Just a moment in time
A quiet confession
At the end of the line

Silent whispers
That constantly call
Draw you in slowly
Watching you fall

Simply the one
Who waits halfway
Left all alone
With nothing to say

At the end of the day
It matters no more
The battle is done
Not worth fighting for