clouds chasing the horizon,
as they entrance me to follow,
moving forward into the infinite, azure heavens above.
i then tried reaching for God’s hand,
but the tide washed everything away.

They have smile in your face?
Like they are your friends.
But behind your back they more than that.
Somewhere they living under this impression you a fool?

And probably saying these words too.

They are creeping and pleasing one another.
And you have no clues that they are lovers.
With friends like this?
Why even bother?

But games played mainly gets exposed.
And when opportunity prevails for them to be?
One, always calls it over for the thrill is gone.

Who are we..
This seeming person
Doing that which we
Seem to be doing
In this moment..?
Do we see
That "seeming" is our
Ticket to Recognize
Ourself as character
And ourSelf as Stage...?