Life in Play

Since the lights dimmed, the curtain closed, the melody faded...

Sitting in amongst the chairs that swarm upon the masses.

That don’t exist within the frame of time

That includes the lights dimmed, the curtain closed, the music gone...

The words formed not on the minds of everyone and no-one,

And nobody, and everybody,

The sunlight turned off like a flickering light

The moon turned on to the glorious new expectations and perceptions

The night lays waste to the wicked and naive.

The drinkers, the smokers, the predators,

The victims, the lonely, the prey

The ladies of the night and the running away

It stirs the crowd, the ongoing watchers,

It creates a story for the bored to be entertained

A tragic, sad, soothing, comforting tale,

Of a mouse, rat, gourmet piece of cheese that is stale

Feet being stepped on, backs being stabbed, heroes that daren’t be real

The whole captivating luxuries of nothing that is worth something

To nobody, somebody, anybody,

Tight lipped and frown face.

The moon flickers out without grace

The day streams warmth in ribbons blowing in the wind travelling to places with no shadow.

The curtain opens, to the day, letting the brightness fill everyone

Then there’s just me in amongst a swarm of chairs that crowd the masses that thereof are none.