Clones, fire water, pills containing respite.
Optimism is for someone far less desperate.
Pardon the delay,
this only happens to be a one act play.
One man takes the stage,
to display tears, laughter, and rage.
No longer kept in cage,
or stuck on some old weathered page.

There is no heroine, she never was.
She never needed rescuing she never was.
The antagonist and protagonist are on in the same.
And it appears that with great shame,
The writer gives the hero his own name.
His dreams and hopes are truly inspiring,
But rather quickly are they expiring.
The curtains closing it's final call,
the writer is finally done with it all.