in lumpy cinema seats that don't recline,
and shared armrests still sticky with soda,
on the edge of our seat with boredom,
considering walking out of this movie,
for which we have paid far to much to watch.
Yet we choose to stay,
"what if it gets better?"
"maybe they will do something unexpected?"
But they won't.
We are watching the movie of our own life,
staring straight into the camera's lens,
lost in our own reflection.