the world is but a play and all but actors

main attractions dancing and displaying for

the satisfaction that i would have to correct

for each aspect or prospect that lacks the intalect

to understand that this stage, this worldly globe

is my theater .



For is that the question, that hypothesis that nostalgic

moment that represents our greatest triumphs against

the evils that try to manipulate our existence with little

resistance or rage against the machine so constructed by

reality that attempts to cut my star crossed strings with a

blade of destiny



for where art thou he who demands my undivided

interest in this mess that he so conjured up with

the mindset that the tempest would cool my soul

that he so installed in my being but i doubt all his

theories of stars and sun, but most of all, this

doubt of love.





artist notes: its a bit shakespearean and well i took alot of little quotes and had fun. thanks always fro the inspiration