Fantasy...Reality

Fantasy…Reality All the world is a stage And all the people the actors All the world is a game And all the people the players. Both of these are correct. But only one is real. One of them is a fantasy Fastened in our peripheral. We focus on the fantasy, Live inside a dream Ignore the reality That is less than what it seems. One of them is a mask we wear, For so long that we can't feel it, While the reality creeps over our shoulder And when we least expect it… Shatters… Like an evil villain destroying our fantasy obliterated Our world is cast into reality. What we used to think Is gone What we used to see Is gone. Now the reality is in our vision And we do not like what we see For the control that the fantasy gives us Doesn’t exist in reality. The laws… Are gone The chains… Are gone. But we never wanted them to be. No, happy are we to be living Healthily In fantasy. Is the world a stage? Where lights twinkle and happily ever afters are found? Is the world a game? A bloodthirsty and constantly competitive ground? Is the world what you make of it? Do we truly have a choice? Maybe, maybe not, But we do have a voice. Mine will be heard. The world is a game And there is a Game master And rules as we play. There's also a false one Who revisions it as a stage He tries to change us into actors So we will revoke the game. He's already lost He knows it Still he fights To pull all of us down with him. The Game master plays with a heavy heart As he watches us day by day We try to fight and climb and claw Through the endless maze. It's worse when the false one comes And tries to change us Force us to see something that we’re not, Under the pretense of "freeing us." What is freedom? I believe it is in bondage. Because either you will tie yourself to freedom And make yourself a hostage Of something with no direction No way to get you out Forever lost in a maze Lost in a sea of doubt. Or you choose to be in bondage Then the question is "to what" Or who or whom or whose or whatever Whether you agree or not. So is the world a stage Where the play's already written And the false one is leading The lambs to be smitten With destruction in the game? Or does each move we make Is known but unknown With each step we take? I've chosen my path The path of the slave I've heard I'm wrong for choosing my Master As I hurt others in the game. They think I'm doing it on purpose And while I am I’m not. I can't be sorry for what I do For I am not in the wrong. I am a slave that follows my Master Does that mean I have no choice? What is choice But a figment of imagination to deploy False wisdom. I believe wisdom is in ignorance. A child is the wisest in the world When they haven't the faintest. We teach them our ways Try to make them "smarter" But year by year and by and by Their vision gets clouded…their hearts grow fainter. They lose the part of them that should be treasured, The greatest wisdom of all They fall into the game And must run it like all Of us. A course that can't be changed I can do nothing but watch This horrible little game. Was it the Game Master who made it? Yes and no. He was the one who designed it But not the one who began the show. That belongs to the false one. Who wanted to be in control Disturbed us in our happy game Stole us as actors in his pitiful show Tied us up, made us puppets Told us to pretend the chains weren't there Placed masks on our faces to hide us Gave us false names to bear. The Game master can do nothing but watch For He gave us free will As much as we bond ourselves to something He bonds himself to us too. But then there are people that realize, When the fantasy is shattered They see the game pieces lying on the board They learn what truly matters. Not attraction Not wisdom Not choice But bondage. Love in bondage That's how I call it I wrap myself tight in His chains Give Him the strings to be His puppet. But He does not take them Unlike the false one He's not that cruel No crueler still He tells me to choose And live with my free will. “Take it!” I shout But He is relentless Never shall He take it Nor shall I resent it It’s both a blessing and a curse, I've learned by living here For I can see two worlds And I know which one to fear And live in. So I climb off the stage The people tell me I'm wrong They tell me I'm deranged. Call me crazy. Call me foolish Call me nothing but a slave. But while I choose the reality to live in You are the puppets that are truly enslaved. You believe that you are free? Hah! I laugh at you With tears in my eyes I laugh Because you cannot see what is true And what is lies. You attach yourselves with labels. Make it so that's how you act Change yourselves to fit an image In a mirror that is cracked. And the mask lies atop your face And the lights flash in front of the stage And you paste a smile on your face Ignore the truth that this is really a game. You know the truth. Deep in your heart you know But you fight back from what it really is, Decide to go with the flow I never go with the flow Maybe before but not now Not now that I know the truth And I see the war around Me. That is the final conclusion Why do we choose to live in fantasy In some deranged illusion? Because we care only about ourselves Even in helping we only care for us We desire sweet compliments to hear Accuse all others of being "selfish" I'm selfish. I won’t even try to deny Even now, when I play the game My ego and pride Direct me They don't control me, but they do play a part They make me see things a different way Because of how they've affected my heart In the past I was hurt and secluded Told I wasn't worth anything That was the part that was awarded To me. the part of the "poor, helpless, girl" Who would one day take her own life To escape this dreadful world. They tried. The false one and his minions tried with all their might I still remember those cold days I spent crying into the night. No friends, no family My sister would spit at my sight My father and mother loved me and cared But could not be there or understand what it was like To be…or not to be That became the question I had to ask To die or not to die To live…or not to last Forever. That was what I learned Nothing lasts forever And what does has to be earned Painfully. You think my trip to reality was easy? Giving up the names I had been given To see the world clearly? No. That is what I said at first Believe it or not even for someone with a harsh past, The stage lights are still a thirst Unquenchable. So I began to try and return But you cannot fog up the mirror once it's cleared Unlearn what has been learned. So instead I fought day by day Tried to feign ignorance I ignored the reality surrounding the play Pretend that I was innocent Innocent? Me? Not even close. The darkness that surrounds my heart is too large Maybe good at most. Good…yeah that sounds right. I’m a very good girl. I turn a blind eye to the actors in pain That live in this god-forsaken world. I allow myself up on the stage Though I had no strings. I watched the puppets move about And I'd always catch a glimpse of seeping Tears. Falling from the mask Telling stories of horrible things the false one did Of good that doesn't last. I saw hatred and anger Blood pouring from the side From the knife welded in their back To keep the puppet astride. The knife is what burdens people hold, And the names they won’t let go The unspoken reason they're in this play Why they won’t let themselves grow. The things they get defensive about I've been threatened and accused a few times When I tried to force one knife out, the Game Master, Took me off the stage and to the side. "you cannot help them that way" Is what He said the tears glistening down, "this is the world they choose to live in, The burdens they choose to carry round." "in a never ending circle this play goes, Never even going through the maze, Always here they act for no one And for the false ones contentment they stay." "if you try to pull them away, They'll say you are doing wrong. They'll tell you that you're horrible You're weak when they are strong." "they will see you as nothing but a slave, Because you play my Game. You fight against the false one Though you live in this fantasy all the same." "I was one of them once" I begin to cry. Watching as another falls The Game master embraces me, Then he stands up tall. He's so regal the way he stands With such determined, clear brave eyes He goes back on the stage fearlessly, kneels next to the actor and cries. When he cries he cries silently, They cannot see his tears He hides them so well, Focusing only on stopping their fear. For an instant the knife is gone The strings vanish and the actor sees When the mask is gone and the mirror unclouded And the world is cast in reality. Then they choose, Many braver than me To embrace this new Reality. Or they choose To pretend it was a dream And keep on chasing The fantasy. When they choose to don the armor For the bloodthirsty Game I can hear the heavens shouting People calling out their name With joyous praises they ring out the bells You've never seen such a sight Of someone who was shrouded in darkness That has now come to light. And I watch them enter the world once more Changed and transforming Being called crazy and deformed Deranged and conforming Conforming? Conforming is the best type of rebellion. By choosing the Game master The world we've chosen is one Of constant fighting. The Game is not so pleasant We must be torn down and get back up But never raise a hand against Anyone For we are no longer with the grain We've been sheaved into fine wheat No longer just things to be played With. No longer shall we listen But rather fight against the false ones horrid play That we watch each day and stiffen This play is grotesque The sets are sloppily painted, the costuming worse But terrible of all is the acting Which is so obviously forced. So we fight against the false one And we try to show the actors The reality beyond the fantasy play Which is so much better So is all the world a stage And all the people the actors? Or is all the world a game And all the people the players?