Green Screens

If only worry could make it change
Suddenly our world would take new shape
On miles and miles of green screens
Love hangs on invisible strings
So roll up your sleeves
This could take some time
Everything waits on assembly lines — but not here
In the emergence of plan
We’ll be surrounded by hands
The storyboard outlines our escape
And second guesses will be erased
On the cutting room floor
Everything falls into place
If only our futures could be tamed
Suddenly our past would have no say
And in the emergence of film, pouring overhead
Our bodies relearn how to feel
And somehow the screen embodies every ideal
As the orchestra so sweetly reveals
And the background artist carries us there
The conflict compliments repair
And we’re all on the edge of our seats
And we’re all on the edge of our seats
Until the end…