Life a stage

Life a stage

A thousand thoughts a’swirling,
Making like confusing.
Life is a stage, they say
and we are actors.
When do we get to change roles? I ask.
When do we change scenes?
Because to me it appears so,
That we always enact the same role.
And the curtains never seems to fall,
For the change of scene we badly need.

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