Buying In

 
There's a guy selling front row tickets.                
       
I'm not sure why anyone would want the                  
front row comfy seats when it's all rather                
uncomfortable to watch close up.                
                 
All the hot discussions and heated debates          
about loves trials and tribulations, To be          
played out with guilty looks, not knowing          
whether to laugh out loud or quietly smile          
in secret with the whispering tell tale signs          
of quick glances and even flirtier touches out
of sight.                
                 
To unravel and decipher in this tomb filled                
void of antimatter as we try and find out
what really matters in this reactor of even
keels and unstable vessels, to sink or swim
with every reaction of tearful responses found
unanswered in our questioning wake.                
                 
To finally find some common ground beneath                
our tired feet dancing with foreign tongues is
our want.
               
There's a guy selling tickets.  
Now that really is a comforting thought.