If the whole worlds a stage, shouldn't you have to pay to watch my show? As the tempest whirls around us, don't we all wish for a prince to rock up and save us? Or is Caliban searching and hoping we'll succumb To the horrors that fall like stars. In a midsummer nights dream, the boys are all beauties, All blue eyes and magic and promise. While he plays an ***, is he mirroring us? As we double, double, toil and trouble, The fire burning and bubbling in the inferno we call a heart. We call out in the dark for our Romeos Wanting to leave our names behind us So watch as I unfurl Like a lily on a pond Eight petals, Eight walls, My globe, My stage.