I have delivered my lines again
On that all too familiar stage of human experience
I call my heart
This time with a different actor
The plot the same

I am my own playwright
A self-taught Shakespeare
Slinging the dagger into my own heart
Drinking the poison from my own pouch
I wrote the script
And know all the turns in the plot line
I am the architect of my own anarchy

Playing the fool
The heroine
The dream merchant
The poet
The clown

I am the dialogue
Writing itself
In this human drama
We call life