False rehearsal

maybe there was never a show after all.

people keep reminding me the show must go on

but there was no stage. no lights. no one watching.

i kept searching for a meaning that was never written

tracing patterns that were never meant to be drawn

i was performing for a world that never asked me to

it’s just the absence of something that was never really there after all

there’s nothing to continue, nothing to end either.

and somehow i still feel like i failed the show, after all.