Life
I sit by the open window,
The sunrise blinding my eyes.
Another new day, another dawn,
Nothing but time to fill.
Time, with its endless twists and turns,
Transforms my life into a lasting play.
Faces turn to masks - emotionless masks
Of deceit, apathy and darkness.
Everyone speaks their lines and cues -
There is no meaning, just what they know.
Life loses vitality, the make up flakes.
Life's stage is creaky and worn.
Time makes fools of all of us, but for one moment
Where a line is forgotten, a cue is missed,
And there appears one shining moment
When we are finally free.
Free to live. Free to die.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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