Starring .....

I am trapped in moving frames
Wavy colours, hazy moods
Milling people, a scary dream
I know I belong here, I am not too sure
I am the star here
But I don't fit in
The picture was drawn for me
But I refuse to agree
Featureless in the background
I am the star here
I wait for the next
Hope things will change
I want the colours to change
From wintery greys to sunny red
The frames keep moving
With me still the same
I know it lies ahead
Unedited, detailed, the end, the beginning.

Morrison said, "is your life good enough to make a movie on?" I say, we all are stars, in our own movies, playing roles we do not choose. Extras.