And the world looks so different
The faces, places, people go and we’re all just marching in toe, but that’s just part of the show.
The stagehands, directors and actors know that the play is a mockery of what we do in daily life, just to distract from the strife.
but that’s not always the wisest option.
So, we take our seats and silence our phones, the house light drops down low and Heaven above mocks Hell below but this is just daily life with no flash or show;
So, we wear our masks and costumes to give the beauty of illusion and as we grow we learn to lie, we learn to hide the truth and dignity gets sacrificed which is why our children can’t learn from our mistakes.
And people asked where were you when the fell apart, as if you should have the answer that would satisfy; I was hiding in plain sight but that isn’t good enough for you.
Where were you the day that it happened and tragedy struck or was it just coincidence that you were nowhere to be seen; perhaps you were hiding too. So, the players have their parts and the tragic stage is set and once our play starts we’ll be torn apart by mutual love of criticism and with nothing to fall back on we merely fade away; the true death of showmanship.