I am cast in this play
Through no choosing of mine.
Even when it goes awry, I cannot whine.
I have been told not to question the playwright
“Everything is part of His grand scheme.”
Forced to play a role I did not sign up for.
Expectations I would rather not meet
Have been tied to my feet,
And when I come, the audience
Expects them to sound a certain way.
I encounter many players
Each with a different storyline,
That could impact mine.
It is I, who chooses how theirs affect my lines.
They go as has been foretold
And get on with the show.
I too like them,
Am set to play my part
I can act the way I have been told
Or improvise and go with the flow
But I, am not in this script to conform.
Perhaps, I could write my own story
Choosing who I cast in my play,
Within the play.
I may not be on this stage for long
My frail light, will not last the next act
So I will empty myself
And give my all,
To put on a great show
And when my part is done,
The story will still continue without me
But I will be referenced
Because I was everything, but a mere player.
When the show is over,
You may applaud or boo me
Either way, at the end of curtain call,
My name would have been made.