Nobody Knows What They Want; Everybody Knows How Much They Want
Shakespeare said
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players”
But who is the audience?
After all, we’re not performing
For the other players in our improv troupe;
From them we’re just trying to steal the show
Our real audience is invisible
Sitting in the dark, suspending disbelief
While we pretend to know what they want
And they pretend to believe us
Until the show’s over
And the house lights go up
Dispersing the crowd like ants
From seats now filled with potential energy
As in our tunnel vision
We can only wonder if
We’ve left them wanting more
As if that were ever in doubt
