I used to stare at my watch
Seeing how slow a minute arrives
To the next
Working at the moviehouse
You learn things about
How they build up the first 20 minutes
Asking you to invest emotions
To the protagonist
And how he could be you
In a bind
With choices you’d take
The last 20 will always be about How the first act plays out
Against the third
When everything is on the line
And peace may never be had
But like all pop songs
Fades after a number
Of repeating chorus and verse
Then sometimes story tellers like Nolan
Would show you only torn pieces
Jigsaw with no pattern
No big picture reference
Can be interchangeable
But it won’t make sense
Filling up a a gap
You never thought you had
Like blood introduced in wounds
I watched every detail of a wasting minute
There’ll be breaks
All devoid of meaning
12 hours and underpaid
Contributing to the coffers
Of a billionaire
Splattered in many pages
Inspiring a society of faceless
Feeding off my soul
During a period I can only afford
To quietly explore
Internally
So I bought music
To patch up this version of me
Bleeding profusely
Because in the 90’s we’ve learned
Movies can suck
But at least most times
It has a better soundtrack...
danDAman 