Life As A Play

If each day were a play

Upon this stage with humorous disdain

No seat vacant for vagrancy of dust and clay

Pull back this old tattered curtain on holiday

Rehearsals held on opening night of the sane

Songs with purpose do we serenade

Backdrop of a dance to romance

Tired shoes should begin to move

Spinning with a string of her ladies violin

Her hand does sway to each note it makes

Life be imitation of art we paint

Our dreams could be the landscape we create

Does art truly capture life in imagination

Create hummingbirds to row boats into the station

The tragic comedy of life at play

Lavish luxuries for some served on silver trays

Others do tend to find a joke will over stay

Hold up our mirror to point fingers at blame

Fear not our Lady of feathers

We shall dance like a Rembrandt would never

No crowd seen or cheer we seek

Just lost souls dancing cheek to cheek

So in this sanctuary for our sanity

Let us waltz to champagne notes of vanity

Be it a silly vacation of mental motivation

Then I decree it treason of good reason

Finally a place for us to breath in freedom