The Play
Location
Of this worlds theater the grand stage awaits
A vast audience amassed whom fervently watch,
As I don my mask stone cold as stone slates
Until the slumber of Gaia with which I find grace.
With little to spare my happiness reserved
To society's satisfaction my true face won't be shown,
As the audience applauds my wits unnerved
The show must go on but with progenitors concerned.
Yet I, one of many, lost in status quo
Shall one day show face for all the world to see,
As the visage, in time, withers away without woe
The true character revealed at the end of the show.
With those who are strong I will be with you anon
As the resolution ends, the man finds a new dawn.