Finish the Play
02/01/2019

The world is a stage
And we are but actors
Forced to play a role
In someone else's script

We didn't ask to be born
But birthed we are
The playwright is unknown
And we lack any directions

At times it may appear
We control our own destiny
But that's only Fools Gold
That looses it luster

Who here knows
The reason for being
None of the info available
Proves who's the writer

We can't leave the stage
And clueless re the ending
If we waiver, be born again
Till we finish the play