Life,
A mime,
Where audience dance,
To puppeteers tune.
While the puppeteer remains,
Forever performing,
For the actors.
I wonder oft,
Who exactly is performing
And who is the audience?
Long before I could even realize,
I was cast,
In myriad roles
I am now one with them.
I am now,
A living dead,
A Nobody.
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