At curtain close,
the applause fades,
the lights dim
and shadows reclaim the stage.
A painted smile drops,
no longer a character,
just a person wearing a costume
reality knocks with every layer shed.
You're just an actor,
on this stage of li(v)es
playing a script,
bending illusion as truth.
At curtain close,
a delusion ends and
life begins.
But following directions
is easier
than the burden of will.
Bowing to life...