Take 2

Quiet on the set  
Everything’s in place  
Nobody’s called action yet  
People sit stiff and stare  
Tension’s high  
Anticipation fills the air  
I don’t dare  
To make a move  
And risk catching glares  
From everybody in the room  
But who knew about this role  
This part I drew  
Of random unimportant dude number 2  
Sits in the back  
Out of focus, out of tune  
While stars shine bright  
And take all the good lines  
While I fight  
For just a little bit of camera time  
Man they can’t hack it  
It’s my life that they are acting in  
Damn sure making a mess of it  
Who wrote this shit script again?  
Oh yeah that’s me  
My name’s on page one  
How I could I leave my legacy  
Up to someone else who’s not me  
Portray my likeness  
Where everybody can see  
How lame this wreck  
Of a project can be  
I could collapse  
Roll my eyes and say fuck it  
Instead I’ll rise up  
Shake my head and yell “Cut!”  
This is my show  
Get your ass off stage  
Because I’m about to blow  
Throw hands and rage  
Done being an extra  
It’s time to engage  
Run it back, flip the script  
And write a brand new page