Gone With Time

Oh, How I would have loved To have starred in plays And lead one hundred lives, Spending my time, Upon the stage Or on a cinema plateau, Just not to be always All the same, Submerged In gray routine. I wanted the thrill The adventure of being Someone else, Widening my feelings Giving life more sense, And making the audience Palpitate, live In other worlds Beyond Just plain Nonsense And finger twirls. One hundred thrilling lives To live Then shed them, one by one But not always, do we get Our childhood dreams and fun And poetry has been A longtime friend to me. So now lets close the curtain On past, gone fantasies I'm off to see, "Gone With The Wind" Still feeling and regretting The stage was not for me.