The Play of the Mind.
The plot made no sense, the actors forgot their lines
The scenes jumped between genres and gone was the concept of time
Showings started at dusk on the days it came to the floor
The patrons left confused as they exited the doors
Critics penned their reviews but struggled to remember
The show had taken place in early Spring or mid December
One night only, never to return
The play of the mind, riddled with concern
They call it a dream, sometimes a nightmare
Hazy, mostly, but at times can be quite clear
An alternate universe that comes to life in sleep
A safe place of sorts to lie, die and cheat
We startle awake, utterly confused
A dream interrupted by an iPhone on snooze
One night only, never to return
The play of the mind, riddled with concern.
DV