About theater, smoke and mirrors, and people in general.
Act one takes us nowhere
Act two takes us far
Act three brings us home again
And act four leaves a scar.
In the play of life so deeply I delve
Some rehearse till it hurts to be themselves
The theater is thriving, and grandeur they chase
Avoiding the mirror, the choices they'll face
This stage is dark but never still
Even when the curtain's closed
Figures cavort and project your will
In the mirror as you doze.
In the play of life so sadly I sense
We don't know our lines of this vast pretense.
The props are brought out, spotlights shine
In hopes of revealing what can't be defined.
Our roles and acts are never set
We'll take a bow and play so nice
Something ensures we don't forget
Offending the audience comes at a price
With no one to watch, we kidnapped a crowd
And told them to applaud and honor us; loud!
Yet the curtain will close and they will leave
And you'll notice a reflection you never believed.
On this side its just a costume
On the other side its Death
How could we ever assume
That to exit the stage means you left?
In the play of life so suddenly I feel
The personas we wear are the faces we steal
And when the time comes to greet our reflection
We'll see there was never a thing called perfection.