Wet Grease Paint

When faced with life situations

How do I choose to play the scene?

Which version of me do I put forth?

Do I play the clown or drama queen?

I could play the ignorant fool,

Deposit my head deep in the sand

Or jump into the lead role
Become the main attraction

Lose myself in my self production
Block out all the back stage distractions

The role choices we make

Don’t always turn out as planned

Sometimes the part is too big
The spot light burns deadly hot

The critics attack with predatory glee
Cowards who never gave the stage a shot

Forever critiquing from the security
that distance and darkness affords

They’ll never understand
that the play is it’s own reward

As we forever improvise

Make the necessary corrections

Ad lib our way through every day

Performing without direction

theatre masks


About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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