For All the Times in Life When You Climb a Tall Ladder to Find Another, Taller, Steeper One

We walked into this big theater,
the stage all ready for us,
and we were nervous, sweating,
but so ready to perform.

We ignored the clamminess of our fingers
and ran them through our hair.
Our feet were cold but we kept on walking
and broke into a sprint.

And then we got comfortable.
We learned our characters,
we learned the lines and ways to contort our faces
to make it look right.

We did all that show after show
and got it down,
until the curtain finally closed and
the run was over.

We finally made it into the lobby,
hugged our families,
They gave us flowers and greeting cards
with money inside.

We went home and counted our winnings,
let the flowers die,
and we took a step back to admire ourselves;
how far we'd come.

Now I'm looking at it,
Watching it all like a blurry movie with the volume too low,
But still just looking on like,
"What the fuck were we all thinking?"






Note: I really have no idea what the hell this is or where it came from. I thought of the last stanza, liked it, and had to come up with a poem to go with.