CLEARLY YOU
You have a front row seat.
To the madness.
You are a witness.
To the method.
You are not even aware.
The proscenium separates us.
You are always observing.
A critic of experiences.
Not even your own.
Life is our stage.
Tears, laughter, silence, audible rage.
The show is sold out.
We are still in this cage.
The Swizzle Stick 