Are your steps, your choices scripted?
I kept thinking, as I stood to the side,
Silent in observation, your life, my life,
A marked change of pace, and if we
Compete I think I'd lose to you, so I've
Lost the race, the maestro sets the
Stage, and in each page he writes the
Best scenes in a movie of us, so I observed
The stance, I ignored the chance, her
Heart, like a prize given to the eventual
Victor, a gold medal to the guy who
Stands alone, so I picked up my pens,
Put on a happy grin, and took myself
Back to where I used to be, a true review,
So now I know, the maestro who sets the
Stage, and he taught me much, so to
My memories of her, I paid homage,
And I kept the grin, and took me home.
A contest entry
- Another prompt from me... by Lavender Butterfly.
420 points, ended April 14, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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This was really interesting.. The image that you created was really vivid.. Well done.. I really enjoyed reading this..
Jetleena
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