Suddenly, a poet appears on stage,
Reading his poems slowly, page by page.
With tangible truths the words did thunder,
Though spoken softly without a blunder.
“Life is a dream, so grasp it firm, I say!
Don’t let it wait, or it will slip away!
Time is a traitor, skilled with evil arts
Of killing kept dreams of innocent hearts.”
And there he stood, reading on line by line.
The vibrant verse gave his countenance shine.
In posture, he appeared ready to fly,
Spreading his arms to the limitless sky.
“Don’t make life a nightmare, don’t make it wrong!
Keep yourself up to it, keep yourself strong!
Vanquish the vicious vanity of fear
In the name of the dream you hold so dear!”
With passionate swings his arms did he thrust,
Hitting the mirror – in pieces it bust.
The audience was gone, and so was his stage,
And his emotions were back on the page.