…and I
open the wardrobe,
every few minutes
on a normal life day,
a different costume needed
for every different role,
lest
there is confusion created,
on an often
unforgiving stage.
However
sooner or later,
this art becomes
an expectation,
and one,
a wild horse,
showing
at a judgemental dressage.
The more the roles
one plays,
the more one
hopefully believes,
that someday he too
will be entitled,
to somehow win
an Oscar someday.
…and the fact remains
that some do too,
receiving love and affection,
from another on stage,
… and some don’t,
for that’s how it just goes,
not every nominee
can expect to win the Oscar,
…but today is my day off,
and the wardrobe remains shut,
lest
I forget the essence,
of the person
who constantly,
goes through
various unscripted roles,
but at best
still remains,
a clueless
lost soul.
© vidursahdev 2019
