The tears now gone along with rage.
My mind is a theater of collisions,
Following a script of absurd revisions.
The stage I'm on is drenched in confusion,
The audience around me has no allusions.
I plod along from scene to scene,
Wandering about in a Peripatetic dream.
Time flies by and there are some laughs,
More often than not I drown in gaffs.
When the lights begin to dim, the audience
Is aware why my life is grim. The curtain
Falls on this amorphous production,
Its hero lost to a specious seduction.