With empty faces,
We take our marked places.
Standing tall
Standing still
As the curtain rolls,
and light hits the stage.
We take our roles.
The act begins.

As the lights dim,
and curtain folds.
We wipe the makeup of our cheeks.
We leave the stage empty,
but still have roles to play.
Our lives, staged into predictable scenes.
Yet we strive for individuality by any means.

We raise a family.
We travel the world.
We follow our joy.
Yet each day, we run in the races.
Each day
We take our marked places.
Trying to fill
Our empty faces.