The actors inside the playhouse,
as coifed and ready as they are,
have no script, and no lines,
and so are left mourning the stage.
I have dreams about you, but
the characters you play,
never have a soul.
Smile, they say, be positive, be happy.
I perform as expected,
not for applause, but so that
I can escape, undetected.
Allow me the theatre masks,
they are my only barrier
against the floodlights.
Comments