A Curtain Is Closing

Sorry to say, a curtain is closing. Wish, like a bullet, it'd ricochet? Bounce back from night to day, Life and death are juxtaposed? Examining which I should choose it's taxing when your heart is bruised. So -far - I am ahead of the rat race but I keep thinking, the wheels, the wheels are about to come off. So many uninsured journeys have we taken together holding hands? Now-you're-no-longer with us. I am lost midway through the matinee wondering where all the actors went did you or they ever exist at all? I'm so lonely now I don't know where to go do I stay, or do I follow or make another friend by just saying hello. God, I'm so tired, wishing I was never born but now a curtain is closing I'm presupposing it doesn't matter by and by, anyway.