The Role of A Lifetime

Everything�s an act when you�re pleasing everyone.
And he assumes that role to such renown.
He plays a perfect part straight from his heart; knowing the risk he takes
And hoping that the house is not brought down.
The role of a lifetime is living a fantasy.
A trauma that you struggle to erase.
Thoughts battle words over deeds, a war with such casualties,
All played out behind a smiling face.

God I need your guidance.
Tell me what it means to live a life where nothing�s as it seems.
Spending days in silent fear, then spending nights in lonely prayer,
Hoping that one day when you wake those feelings won�t be there.

So confused because I feel complete with him.
When we�re alone it all somehow makes sense.
Look into his eyes for some compromise.
Remember the word, �forget,� and try to bury something so intense.

You learn to play the straight man.
Your lines become routine. Never really saying what you mean.
But I know the scene will change; white picket fences & a dog, a trophy bride & children.
God I know that�s what he wants. But Jason what role do I play?
Am I a savior or a phase? Am I here to damn you?
Or to help you navigate this maze where confusion is a crime.
So you fill your life with sound,
And if you dance like hell, you�ll hope you never touch the ground.
What happens when the music stops?
In the silence will he stay?
One day he�ll realize that these feelings aren�t going away.
So we drive ourselves insane.
Spinning circles in our souls as we dance around and play pretend
And once again, reprise our roles.

Written by Jere at 5:51 p.m.