Right Before It Starts

I’m in a familiar place in uncharted waters
 People are arriving but I don’t know why.
 I park the car I’m driving and look to see if I’m in the space.
 Moments later as I walk away, more cars appear,
 filling the empty spaces around me.

 I walk into a room backstage, someplace I do not know.
 A man walks up to me and it’s clear I know him.
 I’m not who I know myself to be. I’m someone else.
 This is true by how I walk and hold myself up.

 I watch people walk in and out of random doors.
 I hear people speak but I can’t understand words.
 I pace back and forth on a red carpet.
 I’m impatiently waiting, mindlessly anticipating 
 walking thru a red curtain. 

 For what? I will never know.