A Poem to Filmmakers

I wrote so many scripts for years
I wrote with guts and blood and tears
While waiting for a prince to show
Who’d read my work and quickly know –

To be excited as can be!
Oh boy, would he believe in me!
He’d hand out checks and go produce
While I squeeze more creative juice

But after years of passive lies
I wisened up and realized
That when it comes to my career
That prince-producer has been here

There is no pot of gold somewhere
Nor dream producer anywhere
Just friends and passion and mistakes
That’s what it takes