We are born in to the world
Where everything, is done by the others
As a newly born child we can only observe.
The clever ones are the others.
They feed us, clean us and entertain us.
Drive us here and there,
They are the guides that show us their world.
They tell us how they know everything.
How it all works.
If we want to get on in life.
They show us the right path to tread.
Most are convinced that they are right.
If we fail its because we haven't learned enough.
More effort is required.
So we listen to our masters and practice.
One day we will be masters.
Its just a question of effort & Time.
That's what they say.
We become too tired to observe.
Frustrated we learn to pretend that all is well.
But some haven't perfected this art.
It is those fallen ones that after the storm
begin to observe once again.
They begin to see that the masters.
Are just the masters of pretense.
For it is only the fallen ones that can know
The signs that one finds
behind the stage.
The real matter is how will we treat that stage.
Will we continue to live out the drama
Or will our true face stay backstage.
Do we have the wit to act out
The truth of the matter.
eliberocelta--aug09
