All The World's A Stage


In our existences we all play a role

A role that may seem futile yet is imperative

It can suppress and repress your very soul

It can tear your world apart, nightmares of pain relived

Yet we move ever onward to surmount our fears


We are specified ground to stand and protect

An unbreakable barricade between right and wrong

Our principles become scathed and neglected

Sometimes life is too short, on occasion far too long

Yet we move ever onward always blinded by tears


Our hearts can often stumble and worlds collide

The reparations of ironic misdemeanors

Define our personalities, faith, aside

Although there is always at least one intervenor

Yet we move ever onward, on the verge of death


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