Someone once said all the world is one of these
That may be so, but not everyone is an actor
As I feel a lot of people decide to spend their time as props
Giving others something to manipulate but not adding much to the plot of history
Enabling them to dodge the question of to be or not to be because they were afraid to perform
Old things had to make way for the new
Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall
Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned
Reducing the old structure into historic rubble
And she knew she was good at what she was doing
The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection
Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story
Determined to go to bed sooner
Enabling a more refreshing start to the week
Fumbling through the stuff that had to be done
Everything taking so much more time to do
And some of it didn’t work out at all
Then the clock read 2 a.m. and he had to admit…
Making miniatures of real life was their thing
Organizing all the bits and pieces
Determining how to fit them all together
Enabling the construct to simulate the reality, but at a smaller level
Letting them travel through time as they watched the big bang unfold on their computer screen
Knowing you would keep stabbing me in my back
Never helped in the past and yet
If I didn’t go through that personal hell I wouldn’t be where I am
Finally free of the pain of your sharp slices that cut me down
Enabling me to fly away on angel’s wings
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Putting globules of memories into the air
Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world
Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake
Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this
Urging us to remember
Molding the moment into something nostalgic
Except when it causes us to sneeze
So do you believe in the magic that surrounds you?
Pushing the fantastical into the factual
Enabling imagination to define reality
Letting wonder bloom in the field of drab predictability
Let’s drink deep of this fever dream and cast our fancy into the world
Cloaked in her beloved darkness, she shivered with excitement
As she peered over her city, watching those far below
Putting fear in the hearts of those trying to hide in the night
Enabling her to sense her prey
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Really need to define a new starting line
Enabling oneself to begin anew
So all the wanderings previously done are swept into the past
Excited to try again with the hope of fulfilling the quest this time
The learnings from the past are important, but sometimes you need a new genesis
Didn’t read the fine print of the contract
Of course that’s how a lot of these stories start
Catch 22’s galore in the legalese that no one can decipher
Unless you are a lawyer, and even then you have to be speak a dialect of Parseltongue
Making the rest of the tale about maneuvering out of the inevitable
Enabling our hero to have the last laugh
Now only if that worked in real life
Then I would be so done with these student loans
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