Spectator

looking at these moving images
set place in present time
a live improvisation before my eyes
and I wonder if I may add a line
yet the only pair of eyes looking
to my head they belong
and no other wispers or noises
as I notice that I am alone
still the moving images
continue to pass me by
with all faces within it familiar
I cannot help but wonder why?
all events seemingly deja-vu
as if seeing a tale once told
perhaps I should interrupt
should I dare be so bold?
and I can't help but notice
the main character in this show
perhaps I've met her somewhere before
maybe she's someone that I know.
as I sit and ponder about the story
and how its seems so real
another glimpse of that character
and I pin-point her great appeal
it is my reflection
that stands before my eyes
and I am left in silent awe
as I take in this great surprise
it is my own life that I am watching
from the comfort of the stands
perhaps it is time now
to give the story teller a hand