I’m the writer of my own life story,
But making up the plot as I go along.
I’m the only actor in my own life story,
No scripted lines, I’ll improvise.
Obsessions
Reflections
Questions, not all the answers
A beginning, but no ending
Someone else gets to finish my masterpiece
I can say what I want to say
They’ll be no censor’s scissors snip
My use of silence
When words just aren’t enough
Like a quiet riot
I’ll be contradictory
But that’s me, that’s me
I’m the director of my own life story,
I will cut out all the false takes not the mistakes.
I’m not in it for an Oscar my moment in the spotlight,
Just a cinema, with an audience of one.
Arctic blast of reality if my feet try to leave the floor
Sins thought of and sins done
I don’t want to save the world
I just want to walk my talk
I swear it’s the truth, the good and the bad
I swear it’s the fool, the genius and the fraud
I’m the director of my own life story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem