Read the script
Gifted since before you had sense
Since before you were sent
Poverty or luxury, fulfill your role
Peace time or war time, different time zones
Play your part, till the stage resembles night
And yet the curtains don’t open until you rewrite your lines
Some grovel in disdain others prosper fattening their pockets
The world is a stage
Lungs invaribly inflate and deflate
coupled with either puffed chest or slump shoulders
A coming to terms which is thought to be fate.
Fictitious it is and yet some never learn
and if they do it’s too late.
Accept not what is given.
Although the stage has been set and your mask seems to be constant,
fixated on this character. The wardrobe, stage, and lines can be made to conform to your idealized persona.
No need to reprise your old role, new garments await.
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