how i long to drift
quietly into the night,
cross the ephemeral rift
and see a land of light
far away from roaming creatures
that wish to devour me whole
that is why i must venture
into the night, sparing my soul
there would i spend my days
where nothing is as it seems
more than a few hours, i wish to stay
make-believe would it be, but still a dream
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Stage Play
Poetry" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
