These characters matter no more — they’ve forgotten who we are
They all have their expertise
Good at their trade
We came to watch, maybe just listen
Skilled at what they do
They do what others can’t
Those who can’t may wish they could
We came to watch, maybe just listen
The pleasure is ours
Talent on display
It comes in many forms
Yours to choose, your choice
Watch, listen if you like
Staying in character
How do they do it?
Experts they are, so we believe
Who’s to doubt what they are
Look behind the curtain, take a peek
Surprised by what you see?
They play the part so well
Maybe there is more to the story
Their sense of self-fed by those who come to watch, maybe just listen
With pockets full, those well-played characters morph
They think, maybe we just want to see more
They think we need to listen more
Look again at the character behind the curtain
The mask slips off for all to see
There is more to these characters
Not what we came to see, or just listen to
Egos bursting at the seams
They just can’t help themselves
Forgot where they came from, how they got there
Preachers, they think they are
We came to watch, or maybe just listen
Blurred screen, volume too loud
Unable to listen to themselves
They think we want to watch and hear more
These shows are over, we watch them no more
With the volume turned down
We listen to what we came to listen to
These characters matter no more, they have forgotten who we are
