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SHOWTIME
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All the world is a stage
Which is crowded with actors who have not been given a script
They are forced to improvise according to their character
It looks like teetering chaos with a thin veneer of normality
But that's not the whole of it
Behind the scenes, backstage, there are sets being designed
Actors coached with stage whispers we all strain to hear
Projects being crafted and devised by hands we never see
No wonder the audience is confused, bewildered, aghast
Watching the actors stampede across the stage towards
The Macarena, fidgit spinners and Tide pods without rhyme or reason
If we can pull back the dusty moth-eaten curtain
We can see the Wizards behind the scenes and confront the fact
That greedy self-interest is in charge looking for puppets to do their will
This is why we must be in charge of our own performance
Allowing no one to tell us where we must stand, what lines we must speak
How we will think once we look to the true Director
Our Higher Selves and the vision they have for the future.
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