The Actor

Beyond, between and behind
fall in place
within his sight

but sight is not insight.

The play isn't short
nor made up of smooth flow.

Twisted without linkage
unseen and unnoticed
but real.

Deceit
within and without
pathetic
but pronounced.

Paths have been changed
the story has been changed.

Unwillingly
the seeds grow
and black is therefore white.

The actor
has control
has lost control
or did he ever have control?

Pretence is not control.

Pretence is the actor
the coward on the stage.