My life laid out before me is a like a little show
sometimes there are things I understand
and at other times there are things I don't

Sometimes I watch with wrapped attention
when I can barely breathe
Sometimes my words are an impromptu invention
but many times I just fall asleep

The stage is often cluttered
with far too many props
The orchestra misses their cues
and I forget my lines a lot

I wonder why life's play seems a mess
even when it's more empty than full
but if I had to wager a guess;
I think it's because there was no rehearsal