The Curtain Call

looks that have you lost.
fractured shards, they mirror
a shattered narrative.
as you live for the curtain call
your eye is ever on the crowd.

this is a stage, a world in which you're practicing your part
and the faces you adhere to are for show.
this is a page, on which you're plotting your parade,
and you're marked with milestones for us to swallow.

now this constant surveying smiles
is the fire you fan,
licking at your wounds.
and your longing to perform
is what consumes all of you.
it's consuming all of you.

blinding heights
bright lights lead you there,
poised for flight
or falling.

so you're spent on all that fade.