Fullness of Life

The actress is trying to die,

But I'm still hanging on.

It seems I still need her...

She is a useful friend

In this interesting play.

If I didn't wear her face

And her clothes,

You wouldn't know me

As a believable,

Cog in the wheel

On Earth.

But now I see that she's killing me,

I'm trapped between a rock

And the much harder place

Of an un-manifest Sea.

I want to stay,

But without ambition

And a plan to succeed,

I live out my days

Unable to muster

A marketable trade.

What I do have is a secret,

A fullness of Life

That does not appear

On bottom lines –

No matter how much effort I make

To squish it into something

You would want to sample

From your busy plate.

If she dies,

Don't look to the empty stage,

Soon all the characters will go,

And the death of the world

Will be the death of you and me.

No more secrets,

No more prison-time,

Just One Playwright

Being
The fullness of Life.

© Em Meyer