If all the world is a stage,
Surely we must be the audience, too,
As I observe you watching them,
I wonder who sees me watching you.
We perform without direction,
Yet the stories and the morals
Are subject to perception.
Truth is only a matter of opinion,
We cant always believe what we've seen
Theres know way of knowing
What all this strange behavior means.
The years keep marching on,
Each heartbeat is the tick of a clock tightly wound,
And the show will still keep going
Long after we are not around.