The World's a stage, and my life's not real. Oh what the hell, that's no big deal. If I do as I'm told, I may live to grow old. If I do as I wish, I may swim with the fish. But come what may, and it may well come, my life won't be over until it is done.
Reason for writing:
Written in sympathy with actors, performers and others who have little or now private lives, and are often torn by conflicting demands and objectives. Ultimately, the machinations of man are nothing before the will of God.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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