Roll(Role) Credits

A halted being lay still amongst soiled laundry and crooked bedsprings
confined in a prison-cell sized rectangle, ripe with the fragrance of
stale Newport smoke and near-original carpet.
The mind wanders on worldwide venture, though it keeps close to state lines
as the heart spins tirelessly in perpetual gyroscopic motion
contained within the meditative state of the still being,
further contained within the limited enclosure,
listening to the absence of a ticking clock,
contemplating abundant responsibility and a lack of purpose
combined with negatively valued levels of motivation.
Why put off till tomorrow what you can do today?
Perhaps it promises tomorrow, or quite possibly because
the consequence of doing nothing is paralleled to the result of doing something
and who the fuck am I to argue with fate?
Reality has changed exponentially beyond my anticipation,
or rather my interpretation of such has been ever so clearly revealed.
I needn't decide which, because whichever I decide my perception to be
is merely a predictor of emotion to come.
I believe the sun will again rise soon and
I hope that by that time I manage to sleep at least some;
partially due to the fact that I no longer wish to contemplate
this myriad of randomness, and mostly because it will allow
time to determine what role to play in the next act.
If I so happen to deserve surviving past the intermission,
may fortune allow me to stand near the rear of the stage,
alongside the cast and crew, to see the curtain fall
from the side opposite the audience.
Whether embraced by the chirps of crickets or a glorious standing ovation,
I'll be content knowing that I played my part until the end of the show.