Artificiality

Morning has come , don the garb

For the day’s Act on the world’s stage

The old look young the young look knowing

Artificiality is rife each plays his role

Time moves on, pulling with it

That which is false and

Leaves behind the truth

To decay and die

Evenfall adds spirit to the drama

Lights come on only to hide reality

The glimmer blinds eyes

But enlivens Sensation

Slowly, slowly Actors retire

To sleep mask less

While the Author writes a new Act

In which we may be – or may not!