An Exit

The actor bows to a crowd

So completely in another age

Stumbles toward a pale room

Turn another page

The pulsing of the gauge

The eyes turn to a frame

And all that is saved

From the roles he played

He looks to the door

And finds it no longer a race

He is looking through the door

And finds it no longer a race

The light is partially glazed

Silence of the screen

The lines they cannot agree

And it's contrary to belief

The browning of the page

From all the yesterdays

He looks to the door

And finds it no longer a race

He is looking through the door

And finds it no longer a race

He looks to the door

And finds it no longer a race

He is looking through the door

And finds it no longer a race

Eyes to a frame

Are all he saves

Eyes to a frame

Are all he saves

He looks to the door

And finds it no longer a race

He is looking through the door

And finds it no longer a race

He looks to the door

And finds it no longer a race

He is looking through the door

And finds it no longer a race