I was once all things to everyone

Now I merely pretend to be

I act from behind a veil of emptiness

I wash my face so as to hide the trace

That all is not well

That all is not well

Acting was once easy

All believed, even I

But the performance requires effort…so much effort

My strength fails me

Emotions flees me

How long can the act go on

Signs creep through, subtle doubts emerge

Would to God I could close the curtain

But there is no curtain

So the act goes on

And the crowd believes, because they want to believe

Allowing the act to continue on…until all shall fade to black

…Jeff Bresee