Our Lives Cast Poem by Madrason .

We are the players
in a shadow-play
a Wayang Purwa day to day
pertaining no idea of reality
for in shadows we can see
through the eyes of the beholder
never shedding light on true identity
never a crack from Cohens song
never golden crams to salvage
or damage d'image
that hazy glaze of what we know
never any Golden Bough
never an amazing blow
no Big Bang parody
no idea nor theory
from slavery.....
to knavery! M