The Show

This show never stops, it never ends, it doesn't even play pretend, it's a reality show, we're all on, since the first recorded dawn. Now we sit here trying to see a glimmer of sunshine through the clouds. Alas we cannot see that glorious star but we don't doubt it's existence for not being visible. In this day we go forever on and in and out and through and around and around in the circle of life. The show must go on. Is it a comedy? A tragedy? A game? A dream? What say you friend?