The world is such a stage:
all of us think we know our roles by heart.
Once the lights are on, we get puffed up
with false pride, strutting away silly
Forgetting there's a Director
right there focused on us.
We don't hear Him say 'Action!'
Too distracted by our own folly.
But the stage has no second takes:
we act until the end.
Sometimes we recognize His presence
before the last act,
And get it together.
But sometimes we never know
When the fat lady sings.
That we beat our drums too loud
causing us to miss the Signs,
And lose our cue.
Oh, the world is such a stage...
Blue Monday: Tangles
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