We walk onto our stage
We walk onto our stage alone
Soloists, not sure what to do
Some of us are found quite quickly
By loving mothers and grand fathers
Eager to take us home
Others are left to wander the stage
In a flurry of blind confusion
A darkness sweeps over their lives
And they grow in a steep rage
Soon, all of our come and meet
In one grand opera
My transgressions affect your decisions
As countless other plays skitter beneath our feet
We step on others
And others step on us
People are hurt
Hearts are broken
No one stays the same
Every play tells a story
The life of a new person
Each play mingles with another
Creating a new and epic drama
There is no author
This is no director
YOU are who creates the play
Your actions, your reactions
Shape a play that will shape the world
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