The Frame

My life was like one empty frame

I'd been stuck in since birth

A motionless dull piece of film

No role, what's even worse

I tried to find that one way out

I threatened, yelled and screamed

But all those years had passed in vain

My movie wasn't screened

One lucky day a wind of change

Picked up that lifeless prison

I landed on a strip of film

It happened for a reason

There I belonged, and right away

Bright colors filled the frame

The movie now makes perfect sense

With credits and a name

That was the day when I met you

The happy grand premiere

I move along, propelled by love

I'm living now and here

There's no more acting, props and scripts

No farce and no pretending

And now I hope the film I live

Will have a happy ending