Light
The world is a stage,
Something that grows more bizarre yet beautiful with age
I hold a spotlight,
And I point it at everyone in my sight
It’s better that way
I made sure I did all I could
To let the world see the people it should
I don’t want to be seen,
Nor do I want my own scene
Some people try to see,
But I try to point their attention away from me
At the end of the day,
I’ll be ok
Just as long as everyone in my sight
Is bathed in light
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