Two Acts, One Life

Pen to paper,
Paper to pen.
An anachronistic, flawless look
at an entity wrought with flaws.
A mediocre film of proportions lacking.
Epic failures woven into one successful caste.
Like the filth of ages strewn about
You embody this sentiment...

As the waves crash upon the surface
The depths of your character are not discernible.
Unreliable at best, most often fragile.
So much so that the love you've created
Is eclipsed by the struggles; devoid and unripe.
It is as if you can't see your life
Although it is reflected back after every move.

So be it,
And so shall it be:
A two act story,
A penniless pursuit.
There is neither a cast
Nor audience to be seen
For the curtain has closed.
The show will not go on.
A bitter end to a craven life
Which was never allowed fruition.