So the actor goes to work
And does what the actor knows best
They act
They laugh, they smile and they clap
They fill the air
With good things and songs
They jump, they run
And make the place so much fun
That's what they do
Because they are actors
But they are not
They are not actors
You see, they waking every morning
And go to a work they don't like
Act like they are happy and exited
Even if they are dying inside
They put up face
That today is a great day
And they fake it until they make it
Because they job barely makes meets end
But they have to act
It's what they have to do
That's what they have to do
Or they won't have a job
They can't go sad and tired
It makes everything not work at all
But you have to do, what you have to do
Even if it's not what you want
Because the directors told that actor to act
Even if he didn't want to
Because the audience,
told the actor they would never be enough
That's why the actor decided to act
Because that's what everyone else did
So the actor woke up every morning
And went to work
YOU ARE READING
if the skies were blue
Poesiawill you still remember me, the pouring rain and the empty bottles of wine. a small piece of art to devour slowly. hold my hand and let's walk the fields of poetry and vulnerability, as I show you a glimpse of my writing. (I know so cheesy lol)
