The universal studio

I learnt.
I learnt...
That life doesn't operate on a travelator
It doesn't glide you by
You walk.
You trudge through the bushes,
the thorns,
the jungle,
All on your own.
Your experiences are all your own;
Without any soundtrack,
Without any color treatment,
nor fairy godmother
for dramatic effects;
Life is not a fairy tale.
It is raw.
The experience is raw.
As raw as the smell of cut grass;
Or freshly plucked fruits with a sappy aftertaste;
And licks like the coppery taste of blood from a new wound.

There is no script
No one to narrate it for me
The director shouts 'action'!
And like an actor not knowing his lines
I don't know my role.
I trudge through events like an amateur
Like a lost secretary on her first day of work..
Having been on the 27th take for the gazillion-th time,
it struck me.
No one's gonna edit my life.
No way to rewind it,
No chance to put it on fast-forward either.
Even while I'm at it, I can't pause.
I just have to keep on playing my part.
Even if there is no music playing in the background.
Someone is watching.