Repeat

There is something comforting in the fact

That every day

A show is being performed

The people are singing

Masquerades are on parade

Children are revolting

Somewhere around the world

The story of a boy band is being told

In neat

Introduction, climax, denouement form

With feel good songs

And slick choreography 

Every day

The performers are singing and dancing

The costumers re-hanging shirts and wigs and dresses

The stage hands striking and re-setting props 

And getting ready to do it all again

No show is ever the same twice

The audience is always different

Sometimes a line is dropped

A prop forgotten

The cast slightly shuffled

And every day

There is someone in the audience

Watching it all for the first time

Laughing, sighing, gasping

And walking out of the theatre

Feeling happier

Feeling uplifted 

And I get to meet that someone 

Eight times a week

And I get to watch it all

Eight times a week

And feel comforted that 

Every day a show is being performed. 

The end.