Life is a VCR
I wish but dare not say that life could be something else
It was just a dream I had one day
That life was a VCR
I looked back and my feet were stuck in a V-shaped position
No choices could be made
Even a fork in the road has places to go
While I knew if I didn’t think about it
It would had disappeared
But it was too late cause my feet had moved
As my brain continued to perplex
I thought about a simple button
That life was a VCR
With all the dust on the film
The images were blurred
And one could only guess at what it could be
Through the smiles and laughter
Pause and rewind would dominate
But inevitably it must continue
And we watch to see what might happen next
Remote in hand, it is life that we watch
That life was a VCR
To see yourself as something less
To see that that the tape has to end
To see and let it all pass by
Leads me to wonder why I’m still sitting here
I can be making my own movie
But my feet are still stuck here
Pause is still on
Just waiting for my brain to get back from the fridge
I see it all stopped around me
Nothing but blank faces and snow on the screen
Could it have been possible
That life was a VCR
Someone else was waiting for me to end
And that red square was pressed
The film was cut short and I know there was more to come
But someone pressed that red square
There is nothing I can do but stay here and rewind
Then reluctantly return the tape to its rightful owner