The Hamlet Project

As much as I sometimes feel like a failure,
There are moments in which
I can imagine bringing my younger self
To recent events, as a spectator in time.
As if I were my own ghost of Christmas Yet to Come
Spiriting myself through the ages. I’d bring me first to that first show we made
When we were full of drive and passion
Convinced that our work was the best
That had ever been done
Convinced that we would be rewarded
That this magic would move us ever forward.
I’ll bring myself to stand next to myself
Just as I think, “I could die now.
This is what I was meant for – I did it.
It’s just what I wanted and what I meant
If this is it, that would be okay.”
But I went on, of course
So I’d have to bring myself elsewhere
Maybe like a montage
Because nothing was ever quite that satisfying again
But added up, in a whirl of vision
It might look amazing.