The Screen Writer

I am being led to a dark theater

where I think I am going to be shown the trailer I’ve been waiting for

Years of love and sadness summed up in two minutes

But I find myself beating against a locked door

There are no shortcuts

I am screaming out for played back stability

There are no shortcuts

I am crying out for predictability

All that I think I really want

Is to see how things will pan out

But all’s I have been given is bits and pieces of a messy script

Lights, camera, act right now

I can guess the plot in three tries

It’s safe, it won’t leave me scared or amazed

It won’t shake my world or stay in my mind

This movie I think I want might bore me to death

The truth Hollywood doesn’t want to tell me:

I am only truly alive when I don’t know the ending.