May be not, in a single life
I may know, what living is
Is it a role, in a school play
Or am I, in a live show

Roles I play, many at times
Tired I feel, keeping the count
Where one ends and other begins
Lines are thin and faintly defined

Beginning is fuzzy, end not in sight
The middle is where, all comes apart
Roles start mixing and pulling apart
And what is life, the questions start

There’s no a script that I have seen
There’s no pattern of any kind
And questions start to buzz around
What is real and and what is life