Life is a stage, and we’re all just actors
Of the badly scripted play that we’re born to know by heart,
That we improvise and somehow usually follow our part.
But my character didn’t have lines
And my act had no design from the beginning.
I don’t play the part well, though I’ve been given
A costume from hell, so real.
Everyone else is convinced of his script,
Because they don’t know they’re just playing.
For them real is the play and nothing else is,
But I wasn’t born for this.
Created: Jul 25, 2010Document Media