Life is a parade
Of people passing by
Moving on
We can join
And pass by others
One by one
Moving on
But I sit
On the sidelines
Watching life
Pass me by
You wear a mask
We all do
A charade
A a masquerade
Are we really
Who we are?
Is the parade really moving
Is there such thing
As far?
Are we all actors
Playing a part?
So I sit
And I watch
The illusion, and art
That only ends
When I choose
To take part
Author notes
Life occurs, when we live
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