What are these stages we face.
Without warning,we are confronted
A new game, a new war life's chaotic place.
Answers tremble, from a drunk Mother's lips,
"it wont get better"
There we stand, on a hope beaten cliff.
Seconds of thought before we jump or before we are pushed.
Here, I wonder are the fallen victims
of such chaos, or did we decide such
A pitiful emotion at this stage of our beloved play. Are we all just dramatic to entertain
The sweetness of life? thespians with an ache to entertain ourselves.
So buy a ticket to stage twelve.
« return.