What if one tries to compose
a play and find it
hard to fill the pages?
You’d question his performance on
the hard-wood of the grand stage.
What if one tries to act
a play, but finds it
too easy to stir the air?
You’d question whether he
truly breathes the theatre.
There are many seats
to fill, many angles
from which to set a
point of view and observe
the ambiguous stage of a play,
but what about the seat behind
the curtain, at the desk
where a script lays naked?
Apparently it is all omniscient
to the eyes of a hectic-
then what is it to
the eyes of a sceptic?
Which one would find
it hard to compose the play
or too easy even if deaf and blind?
Either way, the script
of the play will inevitably
be produced from hypocrisy –
the fourth scene being acted
out before the third, you see.
Then again, I am just a man
in the audience having a
glance at the programme –
I have my seat, my angle of a play for
which, quite frankly, I don’t give a damn...
