living in a theater, acting up life chapter 2009, curtains rise, action.
u pretend to care, u pretend to save the world from harm, u pretend to be idealistic,
just to fit in the role of being cool, of being different, of being branded weird.
who cares.
hiding out between ur lines, fearing the audience's rejection.
a lost soul who needs direction.
but NO.
u preach about peace and love but all u do is sulk.
u scream out to save the planet from all the harm we are inflicting,
but u continue to smoke. u claim to be insane forgetting to be humane.
yet the saddest part of all is that you believe in all this shit,
u believe that u r society's next best thing,
u thrive on the thought that u r seen as unique,
u will save the earth,
u will save the ozone,
u will save us by just sending out leaflets,
looking up to the old and wise who sold us the idea that they made a difference,
yet u blindly follow and send out their teachings.
oh how cool.
wish i could be u.
preaching to the deaf
presenting to the blind.
nothing u will do will save us from ourselves,
nothing u will do will stop the tumors,
nothing u will do will bring the unborn to life,
nothing u will do will save u.

ur scene is up.
i am a prop.
a pebble on ur beach.

no harm done.
curtains rise.
no audience.
but the show must go on.