All the world's a Stage

All the world's a stage
Said the man of a thousand words

And seven times we live our lives
then we're fodder for the worms

We come into the world alone
and die that way as well

Everything that's in between
Is who knows what the hell?

We scream and cry as babies asking what its all about
and we learn to smile and play the fool and love and scream and pout

Everything's performance, if we really face the truth
We learn that much as children, and we're set by it in youth.

Show me the child at seven, and I'll show you the man.
Show me the child at seven, and I'll show you the man.
Is this the way to heaven? I will do what I can.

Then we see there's something that's outside of ourself
Touching other hearts and we see ourself

Looking inside, looking outside, I haven't got a clue
The mystery it deepens as I look inside of you.

Fear and pain and separation come again so soon
as I turn and see a darkness that I didn't think

OH FUCK IT THIS IS SUCH CRAP!

BUT!!!! I'm breaking through the barriers, I know. Writing lyrics is plainly not my forte. But then neither was drawing once, but I found out how to do it, having read "Drawing on the other side of the brain" by Betty Edwards.

But this has been my first (abysmal) attempt at writing the first lyric.

I'm proud of myself for having tried! AND THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT.