Oh Life, the Eternal Stage
It is where we all must play
Everyone has their parts to act
And lines they are told to say

Sing the songs, and don the masks
Doing as told with no resistance.
Just going about some mundane tasks,
There must be more to my existence!

Should one just live a Puppets life,
Manipulated by fingers that hold your strings?
Is it better to never fight against fate,
And just live with broken wings?

No! I'd rather turn to utter Catastrophe,
Instead of acting out someone else's written page.
Life is best lived when it is your own masterpiece!
So enter me, as *I* please, here, on Center Stage.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 369 AF.