Walk On Part

I was feeling like a part of the scenery,
A background image belonging to yesterday,
There to be seen but never to be heard,
But still an important part of your play.

Oh how I longed for the starring role,
The Oscar-winning champion who steals your soul,
The dancer, the prancer, the serenader of words,
The sweet talking romancer who takes you home.

But I feel like a silhouette of your shadow,
A thought cast adrift on a windswept meadow,
A miserable point of flickering candlelight,
So deep in the shadows you can't see me glow.

I'm a wasted appointment, a rejected audition,
A worthless employee who can't get commission,
A complete fiasco of violent collapse,
Crumpled in the Heep of obscurity's rejection.

The bright lights that flicker in the neon city,
Are just an illusion, born of my self-pity,
A smiling applause that heralds the heroes,
To a stress free repose's contented serenity.

I'm a backstage wonder boy, a Jack of all trades,
A small print nobody, an unrecognized face,
But the show must go on, so I'll perform my piece,
As the most famous walk on part on your stage.