Without A Name

A Poem by Lana

It's so hard to stay in character
Most of us, I think,
Would love to take a break,
Sit in a chair that bears our name,
As the director shouts, "Cut! You were great!"

If only there were a way
To sever the enigma of a name,
To discard the false sense of self,
And cease the energy that drives our play.
The portrayal knows no limits;
It's yours to shape,
You could be anything
Or nothing at all.

It's so hard to stay in character.
This world, I think,
Is a stage,
And every one of us
Plays a part.
Some are such bad actors,
They can't find reasons
To keep their conscience intact
Without numbing it
Flying to realms
Where their souls dance on autopilot.

This world, I think,
Is a play,
And we were all cast as hearts,
Beating into storylines
Bold or calm,
Lame or forgotten
Like the tale of a man
Bitten by a wolf,
And it ends.

Of course, all this will end,
But I wish I could live
Without a script,
Without a name,
Without a bank account
Waiting for me to work and pay.