Times Perpetual Troupe

TIMES PERPETUAL TROUPE by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Ever wonder, if you are a member of a troupe Acting different roles, yet never leave the loop I often consider it possible, when I have a Deja Vo Ago, someone else was me, could it have been you ? Say there’s a thousand actors active in the cast Filling different roles, now: and surely in the past Often heard it said, everyone has a twin One might be the other, the other might be him I might have been Joan of Arc, Napoleon Bonaparte Maybe Aaron, shooting Alexander in the heart My neighbor might have been a soldier in WW2 Maybe the doctor that delivered me or you The possibilities are endless, I’m sure we all agree When an actor exits the play, his spirit is set free To perform a new role, adapting, to a new identity Stories of many sparring with multiple lives Roles deeply ingrained, they continue to survive Eerie to not know who you were or are You might have been a viking, a movie star Teacher, lawyer or just the local drunk Passenger on the titanic, gruesomely sunk See a stranger and think: I know that man Is it body language, face, or a parallax scan We sense prior actives not only with our eyes Odors, music, sounds, noises often intensifies To recalling scenes unfamiliar this day Instant return, to a previous role and play We are all actors in an endless production Exiting the stage to an parallel dimension Returning anew to an eternal prescription That shapes and determines our present existence