All of life is a performance
at least that's what they say
You make the props,
the scenery, the script,
but it's all improv and feeling.
But what happens when
you can't feel anything
How can you go on?
If all of an actor's talent
comes from the heart,
how are you supposed to
create the illusion for the audience?
Or do you have to retire
and be a spectator?
When feeling goes
what is left?
I'll tell you what is left,
A mask and nothing else.
I'm from a Family that Teaches,
While my brother teaches me patience
My dog teaches me responsibility
I'm from my room
My practice place,
My guitar sits on my lap,
As I strum every chord as if they all
Had some sort of meaning
I am from the kitchen
Scavenging for food,
Opening the refrigerator searching for
Some food that looks satisfying at the time
I am from the softball diamond
I stand on the pitchers mound,
My turf, And of course
I pitch a perfect strike
I am from the computer,
iTunes, AIM, and Internet
are always open when
I am on the computer
I am from banana cream pie
Baked by my grandma
Topped with one extra scoop
Of whipped cream
I am from a camp ground,
A Warm fire, and smores
At night the chrickets chirp slowly
Puts you to sleep
I am from friends
We stick together like
Fruit kabobs
We’re always there for eachother
I am from Starbucks
That is where I live
A caramel latte with cinnamon cake
Is all I need
I am from the lake
Swimming until I can’t swim any longer
Maybe riding swiftly around in my grandpa’s boat
Or maybe being pulled on
A tube by a thin wire
This is where I’m from
