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I am an actor. Everyday I perform on an improvised scene
Which is the scene on which my life Lays. It may sound tragic to you? I could laugh and say oh no, dear, you’re totally wrong It’s my spectacle and millions of insects come to see me everyday. I have their souls in my hands and I can make them cry until they are left out with no voice To scream anymore. Helpless, just as I am With the difference that I am their queen Even though that’s just for a moment in their precious time. Or I could say yes, you’re right. It’s tragic, it’s being tragic everyday I walk on pieces of unstable boards And every step means a huge noise under my foot that covers me. And makes my insects fly away. Because they are scared of anything may go wrong. Because they are fragile Just as the pieces of unstable boards under my feet And here I am, laying on an improvised scene. Not knowing if it’s wrong or right. You say it’s wrong, I say it’s right But then you say it’s right, and I say it’s wrong And then I say can’t you see? You’re just as blind as everyone else The sound of your unstable board under your feet has made me run away From you. poor insect. That I am. Poor abandoned king that you are.
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