All Curtains Fall

Begin!
The director sings.
The reel of film begins to spin.
The lens is staring deep within.

Life’s every moment is recorded
Every breath, every stab of the sword.
Every love, every touch.
Every smile and every punch.

Privacy is a luxury,
Even the star cant afford such a thing.
The film continues to unravel,
And the directors voice sounds like a gavel.

Cut!

No chance, No choice.
The star doesn’t have a voice.
Fate controlled the outcome of this feature,
Thank you for staring in our picture.

The silk red curtain begins to fall.
The critics rave and directors call.
Your acting career is  done,
And the coffin descends with the set of the sun.