Oh, if the world was a stage,
Gilded with thousands of amber lights,
Curtains rise and fall, with never-ending delight.
A thousand stories overlap and intertwine,
Each page gingerly brushing by,
Your fingertips as you unwind.
Suddenly though, the pages bare their fangs,
Nicking skin, bringing bittersweet tears to your eyes.
Sorrow and joy, and love combined.
Oh, if the world was a stage,
With vast brushstrokes of vibrant colour,
Decorating cardboard, props, and sheet.
Morphing them into fantastic shapes or,
Warping backgrounds into a web of streets.
Trivial moments given purpose,
Life made frail and afraid,
Embarrassments made public,
Heartwarming moments endlessly replayed.
Humanity takes centre stage,
As life unfolds in great array.
Oh, if the world was a stage,
With people yanked – and tugged – by string,
Marionettes in endless motion,
Each one reduced to just a plaything.
Again and again, the same shows play,
The curtain rises and falls.
The same woes and joys in every way,
Seemed doomed to enthral.
Again and again, the same shows play,
The audience grows tired.
The stage responds with harsher lights,
As a new plot is inspired.
The pages cut deeper and deeper,
Forcing pain and fright.
Pages fray and people tear,
The set’s paint begins to drip and run,
Lights flicker and static swarms the air,
But this play is not done.
The sound stage fills with screams,
As the horsemen take the stage.
The usher offers ice-creams,
But can’t take the pain away.
The spectacle continues,
With iridescent flair.
One by one the horses gallop,
Into a spiral of despair.
Strings snap and marionettes fall lifeless,
No backup to take the stairs,
A world of hate and hurt,
Swallows itself.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
Oh, if the world was a stage,
Gilded with thousands of amber lights,
Curtains rise and fall, with never-ending delight.
A thousand stories overlap and intertwine,
Each page gingerly brushing by,
Your fingertips as you unwind.
Suddenly though, the pages bare their fangs,
Nicking skin, bringing bittersweet tears to your eyes.
Sorrow and joy, and love combined.
Oh, if the world was a stage,
With vast brushstrokes of vibrant colour,
Decorating cardboard, props, and sheet.
Morphing them into fantastic shapes or,
Warping backgrounds into a web of streets.
Trivial moments given purpose,
Life made frail and afraid,
Embarrassments made public,
Heartwarming moments endlessly replayed.
Humanity takes centre stage,
As life unfolds in great array.
Oh, if the world was a stage,
With people yanked – and tugged – by string,
Marionettes in endless motion,
Each one reduced to just a plaything.
Again and again, the same shows play,
The curtain rises and falls.
The same woes and joys in every way,
Seemed doomed to enthral.
Again and again, the same shows play,
The audience grows tired.
The stage responds with harsher lights,
As a new plot is inspired.
The pages cut deeper and deeper,
Forcing pain and fright.
Pages fray and people tear,
The set’s paint begins to drip and run,
Lights flicker and static swarms the air,
But this play is not done.
The sound stage fills with screams,
As the horsemen take the stage.
The usher offers ice-creams,
But can’t take the pain away.
The spectacle continues,
With iridescent flair.
One by one the horses gallop,
Into a spiral of despair.
Strings snap and marionettes fall lifeless,
No backup to take the stairs,
A world of hate and hurt,
Swallows itself.