The Life FantasticThis wall ought to be broken down,
For the crime of standing between
But I know it's not merely a wall.
It is miles and years and fate.
Things that can't be broken, ever.
Because if they were, well,
That would be it, wouldn't it?
We can't be too selfish;
Other lives are involved.
We are too good, too kind to allow our own wants to endanger two worlds.
Why can you never have any good luck?
Why does the universe feel the need to always punish you?
You have done nothing but generous acts,
Shown only mercy,
Still, somehow it is always you who pays the dearest price.
Somehow you're never given a break from the any of it:
The heartbreak, the soul-ache, the mind-numbing pain.
Nothing you deserve.
If it were possible, this wall would be down.
The miles would be gone and those years would disappear.
Fate wouldn't even be a factor.
We wouldn't have to be selfish.
This wall would disappear and you would come back
And this ache,
Monologue: Cue the violinsIve given this a fair bit of thought, and Im pretty sure I know, now, what the worst part is. There are plenty of miserable aspects to choose from, but after much consideration, empirical research and general moping, here I am with a definitive answer for you.Monologue: Cue the violins7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Cue the violins.
The worst part is that the whole damn thing is such a hideous cliché, but even though you know that, you cannot however developed your sense of irony may be you can not bring yourself to find it funny. I want my sense of humour back. I used to be hilarious.
Say it with me, will you?
Un re qui ted love.
And you cant be original about it either, can you? Everything thats ever been said about hair the colour of a ravens wing and eyes that ought to come with some sort of disclaimer and a smile that could launch an armada is swirling around at the back of your head, being obnoxious by being true. Sometimes its in iambic pentameter.