Action
Action does speak A ghost stands near in skin Whispers in a normal tone Many never hear Nothing fake only ignored In some ways an afterthought that never was The secret spilled, lip service in overtime Crushed illusions of something close to a friend Only to see actions in a dream have prophet tones The director invisible yelled action Which the lines were wrong with the right results Sensitive to the act of loyalty Only to get an action of a kick below the stomach Hoping still others enjoyed and had a few laughs Leftovers served as cold as being cut before even considered All will be well for one loss is the many self-absorbed victory Too many times of tears now dry and distances cold like lines of an Oscar award I didn’t mean too Now the action has many in good times Whilst one holds an empty memory of being no action