Theater Game

A thought brushes through my head
As my pen leaves and ink trail on the page
The thought’s about characters
And leaving life’s stage

The memory of a Friday morning
And sitting around
With a group of friends and
Of course, lots of sound

But the world stops for a second
And I leave the stage
To come back as a new character
On a blank page

But why leave the stage
If you’re the star of the show?
When everyone else leaves
They’ll never see the final act, they’ll never know

But that’s the great thing about theater
Everyone interprets it differently
In a weird way it’s ordinary
Quite like poetry

So what’s in a character
But a great change of name
It’s all a part
Of the Théatre Game