The Theatre of Society

The curtain rises with the sun

as a new day marks itself

on the line of events we call time.

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Significance does not come with the new light,

just the mere melancholy of repeating

the same that was done days prior.

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Stir awake, dress suitably for public,

commute, conduct work, commute,

a minor leisure activity, rest with sleep.

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Value is added to paper

to operate and mandate livelihoods,

like a ball and chain.

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Expectations are made toward the youth,

when voices only start to crack and bodies grow,

of the kind of person they aim to be; or should be.

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With decades of labor there is promise of better years,

once the mind and body can no longer keep up

and must let a new generation work in their stead.

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Yet how are those the better years to enjoy,

when the outcome of not reaching that golden time,

or expiring soon after that milestone, are of chance?

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Thus, when the curtain closes

on one’s final day, and from mundane routine,

what impact is there?

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This is the playwright of society.

It seeks robotic performers to fuel

and follow its mediocre scenes every new light.

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The role itself is not just without flair,

but it is also a conflict

within the inner being of those who act.

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There lies a pressure to live the days perfectly,

without any hesitation or question

on which path to take, as long as “prosperity” reigns.

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There exists a fear of being left behind,

as time proceeds onward without patience, it seems,

for those seeking answers from conformed communities.

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It is a desperate plea to catch up,

to be like other performers who look like success,

and know their own place in the world.

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As time thins hair and marks canyons in the skin,

there is panic and an overwhelming helplessness

on the combat of society’s directing and the inner being.

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How lonesome it can be, to be the only performer

with the struggle of fitting in the play.

After all, the play is all that matters.

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It is not.

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Society plays an illusion on the performers;

where all seems well,

all are happy and know what they are doing.

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Yet with a dispel of the magic,

no performer is alone in the struggle.

Society at last is losing control of its forced reality.

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There are more and more performers,

causing a strike on stage

and refusing to continue the dull day-to-day scene.

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Realization has been made

that there is more to living

than spending days with mostly labor until passing on.

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Realization has been made

that there is more to living

than the value of paper that society maintains.

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Realization has been made

that there is more to living

than acting along in the play’s rendition of success.

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Realization has been made

that the thriving of one’s inner being

is all.

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Society’s play does not heed the call

of the performers’ true place on earth.

That is where you rise, and start your own play.

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You can be your own successful performer.

You can achieve your own call of fulfillment.

You can have your golden time happen now.

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Start writing.