by Ed Moore

Created on: June 11, 2008   Last Updated: March 12, 2009

Random thoughts on a well worn stage
They say the words and turn the page
To live new chapters in this script of time
Within the confines of camera lines

Rehearsed rolls for each to play
Sometimes I leave, sometimes I stay
To watch actors repeat well rehearsed lines

"Don't ad lib - the script's not mine!"
On this big ball, a few people care
Whether it's John Steinbeck or Willie Shakespeare

A line's a line, and they get their pay
But I understand that it's the play
That matters most to give us hope
It's not the body, but it's the robe
Movement and delivery, with well written lines
Fuel my soul for my journey through time

It's become "the look" for the cameraman
Sucking the "me" out of who I am
Sentences today have no ring
Some miss nouns, which once were king

Off with their heads, I often think
When I watch closely, they don't blink
An odd array of "potential" in bloom
Wilting away with each camera zoom

On this big ball, a few people care
Whether it's John Steinbeck or Willie Shakespeare
A line's a line, and they get their pay
But I understand that it's the play
That matters most to give us hope
It's not the body, but it's the robe
Movement and delivery, with well written lines
Fuel my soul for my journey through time

What it all means, I don't know
If no one cares, then I have to go
To seek new adventures, more profound
In a place where people value a noun

Don't need to find a sentence well writ
Don't need to find a noun I can get
Don't need to dangle my participle in
Another play, it would be a sin

On this big ball, a few people care
Whether it's John Steinbeck or Willie Shakespeare
A line's a line, and they get their pay
But I understand that it's the play
That matters most to give us hope
It's not the body, but it's the robe
Movement and delivery, with well written lines
Fuel my soul for my journey through time

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