Sonnet

Life is a show. See the curtain rising.
They are all players with their very own roles.
They perform, they pronounce, they dance, they sing,
Expressing deep thoughts of characters' souls.

Theater's all an act. There's nothing more?
ACTION! They are told, but how do they act?
Truth is what we, the audience, look for.
But, what's real in a staged life so abstract?

Life a play? Play with other's emotions?
They're in character, but is it their own?
Lines of a script, or lies with false notion?
Pretending is where deception is grown.

Truth exits stage right. Where's the honest mark?
With the bright spotlight, we're left in the dark.