drama

Sometimes I feel like a spectator of my own life. Seconds, hours, even days flitter away as quickly as cut-scenes in a film. The actor can't seem to remember his lines and his timing is all off. Try as I might to shout out his cues, he just doesn't understand the scene that blazes by unabatedly. Day in and day out the potential for excellence lies dormant as mediocrity continues to push forward into prevalence. Nothing seems right, but it seems too late to make a change. There's no intermission to use- no opportunity to regroup- no chance to stop and get straight. Every aspect to the grand performance surrounding this man progresses with beauty and sense and poise. But this man... this man plods along through his self-induced haze- out of sync, out of tune, out of touch, running out of time to get his act together.