I am watching a red curtain rise
Ever so slowly
The whitewashed screen
Which soon will ring
And glitter
With Hollywood scenes of life
With scenes
That are not mine
And dreams
That are not mine, and so here and now
I shall journey away from myself
For two hours
And pay harshly
Afterwards
Fir my devils
Are not ones
That can tolerate
Being so longly
Ignored.