Editing the Script of Life
Did we audition for the wrong play?
Has our union become mundane?
While your life is colourful,
And mine dramatic,
When we are together,
It is akin to a black and white silent film,
With only shades of grey that fall on our vision,
And none of that exciting kind.
Is there no gold pot at the end,
For there is no rainbow to call ours?
Or is this one of those classics
That people die to get their hands on
But we can’t appreciate
Because we have yet to try
Sitting down through one reel of film
Will we last that long?
Or will we walk away before the credits roll in?
Or even before the first dialogue is vocalised?
Or can we try to change the scene,
To adjust the play we’re in
To fit our purpose
Our scenery
Our perfect ending?
About the Creator
Manisha Dhalani
Content writer and marketer helping solopreneurs achieve organic growth. Loves reading, eating cake, and having insightful conversations.
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