As the curtain falls what will the audience do?

participate? or look on with a sentimental hue?

rose-tinted specs

illusions of grandeur

complex

people you see

we reflect

we shine

the ways we wile

away in

grief and fake smiles

Darkness comes and darkness knows

its remedy potent

were forced to grow

despite the pain

one step forwards

one back again

magic weavers

under the surface we unfold

we please

we carry on

calm

and

mayhem

conjure and stir

no time left for wondering

live this life

We are the players with hind sight

how will we look

back in history?