All The World's A Stage
Is our striving worthy? Are we but actors on the stage of life and oblivious to it? Here, the background isn't factual, yet the pain is! For millennia, we have explored the existential man, who, aware of himself and his ultimate demise, must swim against the curse of consciousness and quickly find the meaning of it all! For life, with its innate desire to live, invades some fine earthling and hijacks his part in the play. Then, forgetting he is the man behind the mask he has worn for generations, realizes he is but a pawn in a greater game! So, my dear friend, throw down all your delusions of grandeur, for there is but a poor wayfarin' stranger...in love with himself!
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment