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Reality is the stage upon which I play the fool & lover. Delusion is the Act, not knowing one from the other. The Past, a script, Memorized to poison the mind. Hope, a costume, Worn to keep the heart blind. Falling into bed, the curtain raises from the ground. Quiet whispers in my ear, house music thrashes loud! I Perform with passion, putting faith in my troupe. Convincing the audience My story is true. Scene to scene, They see no flaw. Each song & dance Inspires awe. In the end my cheeks, they shine, like all the roses that will fall. My eyes stay glamoured with the curtain call. The lights come up, The morning sun, They cheer, they kiss. But the show is done, they have had their fun. It was pleasure, it was bliss. Take a bow. I played the Lover for a night. I am the Fool now. Exit stage right.
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
A Playhouse Affair
Reality is the stage upon which I play the fool & lover. Delusion is the Act, not knowing one from the other. The Past, a script, Memorized to poison the mind. Hope, a costume, Worn to keep the heart blind. Falling into bed, the curtain raises from the ground. Quiet whispers in my ear, house music thrashes loud! I Perform with passion, putting faith in my troupe. Convincing the audience My story is true. Scene to scene, They see no flaw. Each song & dance Inspires awe. In the end my cheeks, they shine, like all the roses that will fall. My eyes stay glamoured with the curtain call. The lights come up, The morning sun, They cheer, they kiss. But the show is done, they have had their fun. It was pleasure, it was bliss. Take a bow. I played the Lover for a night. I am the Fool now. Exit stage right.
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
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