Bit Player

Write me out of life Write me out of this part The good ones are gone away now The future looks so bleak sometimes Can't we jump ahead to the next scene? I remember when it was all so new The flowers smelled of pleasure Rare secrets brightened every universe; Faces were always smiling, Where did it go away to? Remember when there was no falling; no fade to black- Does history really repeat itself? Write me something deeper Mellowed, but opening outward Can we slow down the reels we danced to, Can the words come back, spaced farther apart- But mean much more next time? Perhaps it was we, who were shallow; Not the props or dialogue- Don't let me use up the rest of the silence On regret; please don't me live out What's left, alive only in the past. Remember when there was no falling; no fade to black- Does history really repeat itself?