And how I hope the background music is appreciated.

And how I hope they’ll notice me.

And how I dressed and stressed all for them.

And when they walk down the line,

Back and forth like a pendulum,

I notice how their eyes are sure,

I notice how their eyes have made their decision,

And I notice how those eyes don’t land on me.

And I notice how I seem to fade and fade to less than a background soundtrack, not even a fly on the wall.

And I realize that the pendulum’s swing does end.