I don't know why, I don't know how,
I just had the urge to take a bow,
Let the curtains fall and end the play,
I can't figure out whether to leave the stage,
Stay to perform or stay to suffer?
The ever gazing eyes of nonbelievers,
Piercing through every move and every line I say,
In this comedy I call "My Everyday"
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThere are numerous stories hidden 'neath our consciousness, beneath the superficial.. and with that said, allow me to introduce you to my mental world...
