Drama of Our Earth
Life sucks then you die
Isn't that how it goes?
Our words swill like smoke in the dark
And the eyes of chance have closed
There was never anything
Now
That i've time to think
Even if we played it right
Knew our parts
Practiced every night
This drama of our earth
would change not a shade
Our performance not noticed
Our Debt still unpaid
So why continue?
Every single night?
Why bother with the clothes?
The make up, fake trees or lights?
Theres not audience to applaud
no flowers thrown
No shed tears
Just the taste of ash
as we take our bow
and watch the smoke clear
I guess theres no reason
Why our show still goes on
Our highs and lows
Displayed on our faces
For all and none to look upon
My best chance
Is a guess
That one night for one show
We'll play our parts with such
Perfection
That it not mater if anyone knows
Its just a dream that may never come true
But if it does, i'll stop my show
Buy the first ticket
seated in the front row
For another, Different act
One never before seen
A show where the actors are happy
and the storied have meaning
Addam Hughes
Copyright © Addam Hughes | Year Posted 2012
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