The Extras

What is the plot?
Who are the actors?
What is the scene?
What is our character?

Are we just fillers?

No dialogues to deliver?

Not even our faces

Visible on the surface.

Not a significant presence

Not even for a few seconds

Just a part there and here

To create the atmosphere

In the background,

One in a crowd

Flashing in and out 

Maybe some lines to spout

Mostly baffled about 

Why we are here

Did we choose?

Or were we forced?

 

Like the wheel

Thus rolls this reel

Of life-streaming

Memories hazily

To make our space

To feel wanted

Dramas we create 

But all in vain

Our role, limited

Oft repeated

Of the past, generation 

After generation

Costumes change

Settings change

But not the feelings

Or the themes

We are unique

Yet same underneath

There is only so much

Variety on this earth

Like the extras

We walk on this stage

Living in shadows

Craving for the lights.

Lifetimes spent

Longing to be the hero

Hoping at least

To be a cameo.

Flashes in the pan

Storms in teacups

No glory, no shine

We must be our own sunshine.

Roll with it

Just move on

Do your part

Don't linger on.