Of living, Of dying
The dream of a fool,
Many might say
We’re capitalist’s tools,
As we’re on our way
Surviving as slaves
On minimum wage at Wal-Mart or K-Mart
Striving for the day until we get the part
They say they’ll find my corpse on the road
That I’ll be squashed like an unseen toad
By the pressure of my impossible dream
They only see the struggle, the filth
An inscrutable path that’ll leave me wasted and killed
I don’t expect you to understand
If I can’t explain as Silvia Plath
Of living, of dying in the theater
How it infuses a satisfaction that lasts
When I make people laugh,
As I make people cry
It’s true I can’t lie
This career has nothing assured
I know, I’ve done the math
But…
It’s my greatest desire
To cultivate this art
I’m sorry mom and dad
This is my way of being smart
I want to be there,
With lights flashing center stage
Letting lines fly, becoming a mage
Enchanting the audience’s ears and eyes
Telling the story of a borrowed life
Writing its book as they turn the page
Teaching lessons to those who have not quite,
Gathered insight, with every act
Witnessed this night, or any night, or any day
As long as I live