I play a song,
I right a wrong,
of just what it is I am trying to do,
I watched a woman struggle today
trying to define her identity,
seemed so real, so natural, so painful,
until she in wonderful drama,
exited the wings.
I have spent the majority of my life,
playing a role,
yet, even today,
I’m still not feeling my character.
When once life was always defined by certain
now today, I cannot determine a stable entrance.
I can’t stand improv!