Monday, February 07, 2005

You think your act has worked
The mask you hide behind
Standing on your stage
Playing the Hollywood of life

The sadness in your voice
Comes from painted faces
Drowns out empty laughter
You'd have us all believe

You sit inside your room
Close the door and hide
Wishing you could write
The story to your life

But poety and prose
Will fade like yesterday
Fade into dusty pages
That will never turn

When will you see
What you reach for is a shadow
When will you see
Real life is in the audience


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