End of Act 1

He studied acting in London,

and each day he plays his part;

a victim of bad advice, bad economy, 

a bad start.

On his desk, all is left, 

is a pen and a gun

he feels like is closing credits,

when it's the end of Act 1.

I'll come this way again

I see the victims
of promised futures
on the wayside like car crashes
but I press on.

To say I press on for them only
is a half truth.
To say I couldn't fix their future anyway
is a whole one.
So I press on for me,
for someone must.

I'll come this way again
I'll come this way again.

East and West

I straddle two worlds.

While one half stumbles

to find its feet,

I wine and dine,

with the world's elite.

"Walk with Kings, but don't lose the common touch" 

~ Rudyard Kipling (para)