Lost in a world of my making

Starring as the King, main player

Production is weighed in top scale

As all other actors are pale comparisons

Faceless and of no consequence or notoriety

Their acting too, but I will not attend premiering

Never to be seen if not red carpeted, I just stare

As they chose other venues to show and prove

Thespians all made up, down for an encore’s applause

The crowd is from the same actor’s solitude

Duped into being proud to being so alone

Zoned in on the misrepresentation of ONE

Fighting for the freedom to perform self sufficing

Projecting fear and practicing in it constantly

The stage is set whether day or night

To perform the individual’s one man show

This scene I observe, sharing my seat

Acting as I can’t see and no one else exists

Never connecting as I travel with fellow actors

All waiting for the spotlight to illuminate difference

Until then we keep practicing to master this

Solace and sadness are certain companions when acting

As humanity spirals downward into individuality

No longer sharing an audience for accompaniment

Accomplishing belonging by remaining detached

As our personal entertainment derives our meaning

Acting as if no one else is there, or cares out there

Because in here, we hear the song and choral response

Tuned into our need for solace, ear-plugged into for hours….

I-pod or I-phone …..playing our theme…….as the mind plays….

An operatic lullaby of demise in disguise entitled:

“Solace from the Masses “ aka Tuning Out!

As all the actors bowed out!!!????

THE END