Our performance

Oh, but this life’s a stage
An arena where we need to play our characters
Knowingly, unknowingly, selfishly, selflessly
Some tragic, some adventurous, some romantic and peaceful
Some quite strenuous, some flexible and effortless
Some adding value to another character

We perform our roles as artists- amateur or experienced,
As hero, heroine, villain or a small supporting role.
but even that calls for changes,
The best part of it and the worst part of it
We don’t get to play the same part forever….
However magnificent or inferior it is

The world of performance drives change….
And we are forced to believe in that change
Else what would make us go forward?

But what about the original behind the mask?
Does that change colors?
Or does it stay behind the infinite walls of the mind?

At the end of the stage play, we are judged by our performance
Excellent, bad, wonderful, or trash!
What would I be rated at last?