Frame by Frame

I live my life just like it’s a movie

But I’m the only one watching the scenes,

I see each shot in the windows I pass;

Murky reflections of reality,

Memory is a faulty camera

And it never quite captures the whole truth,

Our eyes are lenses that always distort,

Whether through a glass clearly or darkly,

Flickering moments of shadow and light,

Briefly dancing across life’s silver screen,

As much as I might pull for clarity,

More often than not my focus is soft,

I am an actor poorly playing parts;

Depending on what the scene requires,

While I am still figuring out my role,

Characters enter and exit on cue,

And the music that’s playing in my ears

Is a soundtrack to compliment my mood,

I try to storyboard but plans crumble,

So you just take whatever shots you can,

I certainly have a story in mind,

But life’s plot twists tend to keep me busy,

It passes by quicker and quicker now,

A montage of moments meshed together,

A stop-start muddle, a disjointed mess,

The cuts coming in peculiar places,

The framing is all wrong; nothing looks right

And no panning or tilting will fix it,

It is a continuity nightmare,

With nothing ever falling into place,

Life only comes to us in single takes,

With no chance for even some rough edits,

And though I'm pretty sure that it’s my life;

I feel like I am not the director,

And the reviews don’t look too good for me.