Are we, somehow,
like actors in a play
leading our lives based on a script
written so long ago? We act out each scene
at the director’s command,
and at the end of the night
we face our real selves, alone with our thoughts. We awake each day
prepared to enact
the same, familiar roles
if only to gain the audience’s approval. Yet what will become
of you and me
when the curtain comes down
for the final time?