Life, at times, is like a play
in which we sing and dance;
but far beneath we squirm and scream
awake, yet in a trance.
The crowd before us snickers, sneers
their faces in a scowl;
though all we want is kind applause
they simply stare and howl.
And so we smile, and so we cry
at their unkind attack;
but what if we just flip the script
and simply turn our back?
The audience, it matters not;
their curses? In the past;
we’ll mark that day we turn away
and be ourselves, at last!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: September 16th, 2026 19:22
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Comments1
A great thought and message where we can not let others govern our life and make what they think important. Well said
Thank you!
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