Upon this stage of life as the audience applauds, you know the scene shall now end,
gone unscripted improvised and adapted, the surviving tree shall bend.
Soon the curtains shall fall, let me play this character given to me!
The masks I put on with these blinding lights are all that you see.
You applauded for the character, not me backstage,
what do you know what roles I rehearsed, of happiness, sorrow and rage,
My voice but the words not mine, my self but the self not mine,
A pretentious parody of verses that could not rhyme.
I take off my mask and drop this role I am playing,
what am I? what am I even saying?
For as long as this show goes on I shall dance and sing and cry,
You shall see what is shown to you, it is all a lie!
The best actors survive to see the curtain fall, they prepare for the next scene,
I can write whatever I want next for the script is a slate all clean,
Don't worry, don't be sad f0r it was not me who did it!
It was just another character you saw, someone I shrunk and hid it!
Lights fade out and come back for the next scene, thats life!
one can be filled with labor, cursed by sorrow and strife,
You move on, keep in character or pick another,
who is a friend? who is an enemy? who is a stranger? who is a brother?
All characters! all of them! here to play their part! Act along!
This is the stage of life, prepare your script and put on your mask, this is where you belong!
If you are lucky, there will be applause as the curtains fall and as you fall to hell,
Who will remember you after the show is over? So play your part well.
Who do I act of, for whom do I write,
Myself? them? who are they and Who art I, just another prop in the spotlight,
Let me bid them farewell as I am about to drop this act,
No applause... no laughter... just silence, perhaps the pretense lacked...
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