I survive my life it seems by pretending I am not actively involved in it.
Somehow I am just a curious member of the audience,
An innocent onlooker,
Trapped in the body of the lead character.

Holding all the cards in my hands, yet too weak to change a thing.
Powerless to all around me,
Just a spectator,
Trapped in the reality of all that I am and nothing I could be.

And so the show must go on...