The Lime Light

I love the theater
The muisc, the acting, the emotion
The power to make an audiance laugh or cry 
Standing on the colored tape, I strut about the stage
I turn to face the house, the colored light, beating down on my face casting shadows in all directions
"Damn, mark down that the stage left fresnel on the second electric is broken" I shout
As I leave my fantasies and quickly remember that I am brave enough to light the stage
But not to live in that light.