In society,
and in this theatre of life,
in this world upon the stage,
what things we suffer, and go through,
and what pain we feel,
and with so many acts in the play,
in this theatre, in this theatre of life,
in this world and upon the stage of life,
how we wish we could erase the words sometimes,
and how we wish that the words would change,
for far too often our hearts are strained,
so often by the parts that we play,
and far too often by the props that we use,
to get us through the day,
because usually they turn out to be no help at all,
and we cannot rely on them,
so, we throw them into the audience, and we walk away,
we walk away, and we struggle on behind the masks,
and we struggle on behind the characters that we play,
and so often,
life is faked upon the stage of life that we play upon,
and it is a shame,
it is a shame it is that way, and how we rue the day,
how we rue the day that unhappiness comes our way,
and we wish to be happy,
but we never seem to be happy as often as we would like,
and far too often life seems to be a tragedy,
and we have so many maladies,
that curse us with their twisted ways,
and far too often there is darkness,
and far too little light upon the stage,
where we play our parts,
in this complexity of life, on the world our stage,
and how tiring it is sometimes,
and how exhausted we all are,
and how far too often we die far too early,
and other actors, well,
at least they are employed to take us away,
at least they are employed to take us away.
