This Charade
actors's all we are
our stage we've named "The Earth"
inherited the cast setting's given by birth
as daylight creeps in
our masks slide on
slilently, never secretly
'cause we know
it's in the script
somewhere
~"its all show"~
still
we
complain
complain about the pain
complain because someone leaves
or why we stay
Why...
this charade?
When deep in ourselves we all know we're selfmade.
our stage we've named "The Earth"
inherited the cast setting's given by birth
as daylight creeps in
our masks slide on
slilently, never secretly
'cause we know
it's in the script
somewhere
~"its all show"~
still
we
complain
complain about the pain
complain because someone leaves
or why we stay
Why...
this charade?
When deep in ourselves we all know we're selfmade.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Werner Domroese: | Maandag, januari 12, 2009 03:27 |
| So many factors determine your range of choices and actions, which are never the same for anyone at any given time. Assign no blame, not to others, but neither to yourself! some things aren''t your own fault. | |
| Werner Domroese: | Maandag, januari 12, 2009 03:24 |
| Self-made or not, in reality there is diversity. True, in the end one cannot truly change but one self. A play with actors becomes but an act when the world is but a stage, but act in concert and a sum is more than it''s parts. | |
| Samhain: | Maandag, januari 12, 2009 01:19 |
| the truth is if you love yourself you can love another person, only than you can live with yourself (I believe), we all need other people ... don''t you? Love Samhain X | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 januari 2009 | ||
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