The Title always rings twice

The Doorman


Standing at the theater in the city of life
With this playbill from the show
I know that I am in it
But what is going on I just don’t know

The streets are all empty
Did I miss the start?
Oh my God is it all over?
Will I never play my part?

Now where did I go wrong?
How did I miss the signs?
I have studied for this part
And rehearsed a thousand times

I wanted to be in it
It was all I ever wanted to
And now it has passed
I don’t know what to do

A new age now has dawned
The plays are rearranged
The stories stay the same
But the parts have all changed

Yet still I stand here at the door
And to all I say hello
The actors all know me
But back stage I can never go

I tell them of the old days
The plays that used to show
They grin and laugh and listen
Why they call me friend I will never know

They slap my back and tell me
That I can do it all again
I can play a new part
But it cannot be with them

I don’t want a one-man show
With others is how I work
And when I try and tell them
They all leave and call me a jerk

So this is all I am left with
To want but never do
So enjoy your show sir
Can I get the door for you?

I have always been the doorman
My dreams are all untrue
I never had a part to play
That is the lie I live through


Not a good time. I am not in a good place. This just about wraps up everything I am feeling.

Sorry for the downer. Probably just seasonal depression or something else stupid. Could go see ashrink and get some meds, but alcohol is just fine. And it is cheaper.

I am leaving it at that.