An Extra. By Ross E F Lombardi.

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An Extra.
By
Ross E F Lombardi.
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Life is full of stories
Some good,
Some bad,
None of them are mine.
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Life is full of stories
Some good,
Some bad,
Most of them dull.
Yet some of them you desperately wish were dull.
Because very few interesting stories are ever pleasant ones.
And I may become part of your story,
But only for a while…
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If then,
Life is as Shakespearean stage,
And as he put it,
"…all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,”
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Then,
Your life is filled with side characters,
All of various degrees of importance
Some are valid,
Some are mere distractions.
Many are bad choices.
Some are terrible choices.
Then there is me to you personally,
Then there is me to you all.
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Me? Myself?
To You?
To anyone?
To all?
I am…?!
I am "the writers" mistake!
I am "the editors" error!
I am "the producers" bad call!
I am the typo in the universal fabric.
The noble true fans, fury in your world setting.
The dive in viewers,
This seasons, ratings reason’s fall.
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As I enter,
Then leave, your stage,
I am already looking towards the exit wing,
Seeking my que to go.
So I can bow out gracefully, As I should, - Without making a fuss.
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As I enter,
Then leave, your stage,
I know this, about ‘What’ I really am.
Before the first scene has even begun.
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No fan fandom,
No spin off series,
No main part,
No side part,
No own story.
No end name in the credits,
In this life,
For me
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As I enter,
Then leave, your stage,
However welcomed I may, at first, seem to be,
I already know that I am just am only an extra.
That sooner or later,
Like the ocean under the moon.
The waters must move.
I already know that I must be asked to leave.
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Simply!
This is a fact.
This is how it is supposed to happen,
This is the natural order of all things.
Just the natural movement of the tides.
Me, Being welcomed home is a disturbing unnatural act.
Feelings of “Home” for me, are just cruel lies.
As I was never meant “to be”.
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As I enter,
Your stage,
I know already…
That…
The sooner I am written,
Out of your life,
The better it is for all,
As I am holding back the main story.
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The sooner I am written out.
Then the sooner I am done.
The sooner the mistake is gone.
Then sooner the main plot in your life,
Can be now be moved along.
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