Stuck In A Play I Didn’t Write

I’m not supposed to be here

I wanted to be over there!

You know, living that life

Doing those things!

Dreaming big and

Accomplishing big things but

I’m stuck in a play I didn’t write

Where the main character is a hero for others

Except for himself

A victim on too many nights

And the people around him don’t see reality

And his sole refuge is his small, but loving family.

I’m stuck in a play I didn’t write

Where the stage directions don’t give much light

And the items to hold onto to find your way

Are few and far in between.

I crawl around in jobs that pay bills

Yes, while even loving what I do

I wanted those life long friends.

More than friends, I wanted brothers too

But, no, I’m stuck in this play

Where the writer does what they want to do

Teaching me lessons

Or saying screw you

Building me up for heaven

Or riding me down the path toward hell

In either case,

I’m stuck in this god damn play

I didn’t write.