The Investment

Places, places please
In the first scene
Where they meet
They pause, spending time
Investing time, time
The beauty of the new
Now turn to scene two
Courses collide
Living in lies
For what would be the point
Of a story without a fight
Without two sides of the story to tell
The last act takes place afront the curtain
A monologue
lonely ranting
This is the hour where solitude’s found
The deadly convention
Has fleeted away, all’s quiet now