Time Will Tell Poem by Tyler Chambers

Time Will Tell

Rating: 5.0


Sometimes they seem like the characters of a grandiose production, the people of this world.
Actors, every single one of them.
Some with an abundance of lines, some remain silent.
If one thing is certain, it's that everyone will play a part.
But it seems that a sick joke has been played.

The cast have all been handed inconsistent scripts.



And so the population rehearses for different plotlines,
oblivious to what seems could have only been the director's error.
Or could this 'mistake' actually have been a deliberate motion?
And if so, what will happen come showtime?
When scripts and dialogue intertwine, will protagonists emerge as villains in other stories?
Once the curtain is raised, one of two things are sure to happen.
Either all hell will break loose,
or the lives of every character, be them hero, criminal, or neutral will merge in a breathtaking, climactic conclusion.
And when the director's omniscience is revealed, what will the actors have to say, if anything?
When the curtain closes, it will never open again.
When the curtain closes, the last word has been said.
And so the fat lady sings,

'All the world's a stage.'

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