...Act V: Scene III..............Agent Smith

What can I say to help your eyes see,
What can I do to help set you free,
I watch you cry and I hold you tight,
I try my best to make it all right,
But its a losing game we're playing now,
The orchestra quit playing long ago.

We are but actors in this play of hearts,
Though the scene has ended we retain our parts,
We can bow all we want without realisation,
Theres no curtain call, no standing ovation,
No flowers at feet from adoring crowds,
We stand on this stage as the house lights die out.

The props of our lives are just a facade,
Painted thin timber or cut out from card,
One push and the illusion will flex and fall,
Yet you marvel at them and proclaim they are real,
Do you not see what I do right now,
That the orchestra quit playing long ago.

The makeup applied can not mask the truth,
The costumes we wear no longer have use,
The script that we read from is now a blank page,
The Tradegy unfolded as it has age after age,
Many others have played it and many more will no doubt
Yet we still stand on this stage as the house lights die out.




Peace,
A/S

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