Leading Man Required

Filling my dreams with a loneliness,
A habit that's hard to break.
Like a nun I vowed the silence to begin.
As the deviant predators of my sleeping
world would start to play,  Like a jukebox
repeating the same popular song of my
life so far.

I knew the rules..

Run..

RUN!!!

They had pre planned my obvious failings
One step ahead as I ran on the spot, Getting
nowhere.

Uploading memories I'd long since buried deep,
They would act them out again, With me cast as
the leading lady.

Uncut and extended they demanded every time.
Their aim, To keep me involved, A slow burn, Not
to go all rushing and have me awake and leave
the scene as it's building up to the final cut.

Now..

That was my story, Or should I say dreamscape.
Then you came along.
Where the hell had you come from?
I wasn't expecting you in here?
Not like this.

You told me to stop running.
You took my hand
You made promises
like you were throwing up confetti.

You made me smile as my eyes focused upon you
You made me laugh as you wiped away my tears.
You took me to places without predators demanding
a leading lady.

Me?

I'm a director now
I make my own movies
The way I want to
With my leading man beside me always.
Playing the scenes together.
It's sure to be a box office smash.


They are never too far away,
But my Leading man is close
at hand and heart.