Thespians

Burn myself

A bundle in a cradle

 

Burn myself in absolutivity

I have nothing to lose

 

I lived there for a minute

A miniscule, audacious measure

But now I know the world moves

In spaces not conducive to my leisure

 

Now I know that spinning leaves me lonely

But standing still does also do the same

 

Now I know that being is a privelege

It's thespians that never get the blame.

 

 

Reviews

[Kaela Craven]

I used the word thespians to mean people who lie or are fake and stuff like they act instead of being themselves.

[Legion]

I like it, but I'm not sure I understand the last line in connection with the rest of the poem. Of course, I'm getting pretty sleepy as of right now as well. That could be clouding my perception. Don't know. Good write though.