Trilogy

Inexperience marked my first scene entrance
A longing for content and monetary support
But no goals as to the future of the establishment
Greed let me there
Policy did not

And so the inevitable sequel arose, rushed
With a sour note of depression
When eagerness to be alone was at an all-time minimum
But the world shook me free
And satisfaction crowned itself monarch.

The triad was completed on an offer on an whim
A timespan that rarely allowed fatigue
A satisfaction of the role I played
In development of the bigger broader picture
Leaving to make sure my trilogy doesn’t have four parts.