You play, you win, you deceive and you die.
You live, you sleep, you think and you dream
You speak, you say, you shout and you scream.
You write, you read, you feel and you see
You hear, you touch you hear and you be.
Born were you, and then aged too
Young you became and finally old too.
This life you see simply it’s all
But exactly it’s your wrong call.
You open, you close, and you bring into light,
You jump, you crouch and you come into sight.
You move, you run, you kick and punch with your might,
You use, you throw you, you rage and you fight.
You sit, you stand, you slip and you fall
You hide, you seek, you fear the night dull.
With you the rest all do the same
But life my friend is not just a mere game.
You play open you are actors and so I
You play your role and so do I my.
This life can’t be what you wish it to be
Your eyes can’t see what they want to see
You dance; you sing all part of it,
You beat the rhythm and you move your feet.
From here you go, from there you come
For rest you have your sweetest home.
You play there nobody cares what you do,
For all are same I say true.
You can’t stop it whatever you feel even
You must perform what you are given.
For them who see it’s for pleasure just for fun
They shall be gone when it’s all done,
But for us it’s fixed no things matter
This life for a reason is just an unknown play in the open theatre.
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