The directors black and white clip board shuts down
And the screen erupts in colour.
Take Two, Take Three, Take Four–
Take how many is needed for the perfect scene,
In this autobiography called existence.
You are the director,
The actor, producer, set designer and screenwriter,
Playing several roles in one production
Trying to find who you are meant to be.
Always striving for that perfect, final take.
The blackening of the screen and satisfied audience
Knowing that all the time, mistakes and repetitions,
Was worth it for that final round of applause
The collection of loving hands, united by your demise
The final closing click of your director’s board,
The end of colour and words
And the conclusion of the perfect take.