I’ve waited in the wings for so long
my name’s not yet called, my role’s not yet summoned
so I walked to the stage on my own
to make a lousy actor of myself
with the ceaseless stand of monologue I gave
I kept playing pretend, it felt marvelous to be part of a show
I was not just sitting at the backseat anymore
I enjoyed the disgust, the pity, the laughter
the audiences constantly judging my performance
but I hope, I hope my time will come
when someone would shout my name, telling me I was in the wrong room all along
my play was about to start in the opera next door,
that my presence is much needed and the hero of the story has waited for me there in the wings