i can hear that humming engine again
lights on the driveway greeting same
time to smile to the mirror, fix my hair
make faces, to please and to tease
not bad for normal working fellow
with too much dreaming to follow
i wonder what are those actors thinking
pretending to be somebody in every scene
that's joyful job, good prompter is flashing
what i'm doing right now is real thing
ritual i do everyday as long as i'm living
excuse me please, let me close the curtain
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