If all the world’s a stage,
I fell off and broke my heart.
If we all just take on roles,
I’m not meant to play the part.
If our words are only lines,
then where’s reality?
When do we show our colors and signs?
If we all just act as random parts,
is there true variety?
If our clothing’s just costumes,
then my heart’s not on my sleeve.
If no one really matters,
then there’s nothing to believe.
If all is written down in script,
I just forgot my line.
When my thoughts belong to someone else,
what is left as mine?
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