This is a piece of mine inspired by Shakespeare’s ‘All The World’s A Stage’.
This is the divine playwright’s sorcery,
With no prompts and no cues
You think you are in the center of it all
You think it all revolves around you
The playwright laughs.
There are a million ‘you’s
With your monologues and acts
There is no backstage
It’s an arena of bloodshed
You put on masks
Some change, some remain
He sees through it all
Your facade shatters sometimes
The shards cutting you hard and deep
Sometimes you get away unscathed
In this glorious stage feeling high and almighty
But don’t you get it?
Once the play starts you can’t get out alive