Life is so fluid. One minute we're Lords of our own domain and the next minute we are Surfs to our own consciousness. The world is shifting and our little dramas are finding new stages to perform on and new audiences to perform for.
Let the Players take the stage and the curtain rise. Act Fourty is about to begin. Haven't we been here before?
" I know you Ma'am. Behind that mask is the same soul that walked with me on the stellar arm. And you Sir...I know you too. Weren't we together in that place of decrepitude on the outskirts of civilization?"
So this is how we continue. There is no beginning, middle or end. We just carry on with our lives. Blood is shed, fortunes made and lost, love found and rejected. And for what?
So many times have we shed our tears and filled our lives with false bravado. When will we begin to understand the truth of the Play? The lives we sacrifice are really our own.
And with our last breath we plead to the Universe,
"Not this same shit all over again!"
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