Life On A Stage

I wander the world stage and find objects of past performances
      the broken child, the injured mother
I wander the world stage and find objects of past performances
     the broken mirror, the shattered lamp

The curtain rises and falls, the people leave their seats
     the performance is done
The curtain rises and falls, the people leave their seats
     the doors to the outside world are open

The lights, the sounds, the smell of the city
     the outside world distracts
The lights, the sounds, the smell of the city
     the performance has become a memory

The memory of a time long past
     sometimes it seems like a play
The memory of a time long past
     like someone else did the acting

Acting out the things within
     the demons we all must face
Acting out the things within
     humanity is all our concern

I wander the world stage and find objects of past performances
     the smiling child, the happy mother
I wander the world stage and find objects of past performances
     a full length mirror, a bright-lit lamp

The curtain rises and falls, the people stay in their seats
     the performance has held them firm
The curtain rises and falls, the people stay in their seats
     the outside world awaits in silence

Memory.  The performances of the past, holding firm.
Mirror.  It all reflects just what it sees.
Lamp.  It lights the darkness but creates a shadow.
Outside.  Sometimes better than inside ... but not always.

Performance.  Memory.  Life.
The curtain rises and falls.