Life is worth pretending,
even if it gathers dust.
When with every bitter ending,
You lose some hope, some trust,
You ask why of rotting fate
Which dragged you to posterity
To things she knew you’d hate
With soberness and clarity
And yet, life is worth pretending
As Shakespeare wrote on page
Men, women are attending
The world is but a stage.
For whom or what we play?
Why were puppets waken?
The answer heavy lay:
Not to be forsaken...
But if all men puppets are,
And god may be misgiving-
Still, options are ajar
Find happiness in living
Hmmmm I might have to do a bit of pretending at the moment to get through life. These are good words. The perfect song for doing this I posted here; http://wandering-the-dream-space.blogspot.com/2010/12/claude-cahun-getting-in-to-cupboard-for.html along with a beautiful photo about pretending! I hope you are well.
ReplyDeleteTough time? Its a beautiful song, and I've tried just smiling, and pretending that everything is and will be OK, though at the end of the day it never is... But the society calls for smiles and happy people, so the next day, you try some more. I ended up taking the whole moth of November off (well not off, I just stopped smiling) , because I couldn't take it anymore.I guess one grows tired of every game once in a while. Hope you find a safe spot in the cupboard.
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