In the mood for a musical

As I shiver beneath the street light, I am alone in the world. The world is a stage and with no audience to perform for. It's so easy to leave me, to forget me. Old newspapers and leaves swirl in the wind and gather at my feet. There is no sound except for the rustling trees and moaning wind. I am left with the memory of better days, days when I was younger, happier, prettier. Memory, all a distant memory. If only you could see me and the person I have become. But as I stand there, the night passes before me and the sky begins to glow. Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life. A new day is upon me. The night has once again become a distant memory too.















As I embark on this new day, I feel rejuvenated, as if I can dream the impossible dream, right the unrightable wrong, fight the unbeatable foe, run where the brave dare not go, and reach the unreachable star. That will be my quest; that is my mission, to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. And if I shall die, in search of that star, I will die happy knowing that with my last ounce of courage and my last breath, I still strove to reach that unreachable star and dreamt the impossible dream, for I will glady march to hell for that heavenly cuase.

Now I want to see a musical play. Cats or Man of La Mancha, anyone?