Monday, September 21, 2009

Scripted Improv

Tears fall beneath our pain

But bring joy like after the rain

Oh how we hate to let the feelings flow and

ashamed to rejoice the afterglow it shows

we hate to unmask those actors we hire

only to become what everyone else most desires.

Who do we inspire?

Do we live our days as though we are alone?

Or do we thrash our egotism and allow others our throne?

Can we really believe that we are more important?

or do we stop and realize we have been appointed.

We have a job to do, a banner to hold,

our faith we renew, the evil we scold.

Choose

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