Is life a journey or as Shakespeare says its a Stage.
I don’t know what to decide about it and what to say.
Cause I see life in a different way
for you, it might be December for me its May
I started it with my birth and I am gonna end it with my death
what I will preach and receive in between will be the stoppages
It’s not one universal rule made for all
You will have your own way and I will have my own fall
No matter how much we hate the change around and within us
it’s the only way to perceive and to return in this fuss
I cry for void but you may like this space
You go along the flow but I have my own slow pace
It’s funny but how different we are
Yet tied all together by life.
I have my theories and have my own rule
which might have worked for me doesn’t mean for you it’s true.
So tell me if it’s really a play?
Cause I want to make sure to be in my role
And tell me who wrote this script and who is playing the song.
He said ” All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,..”
And I can’t agree more with him.
Maybe I had the role of traveler in this play
Cause I haven’t stayed for long in someone’s life
and no one in my life has yet stayed.
I guess Life really is a Stage than.
Just we all are on Journey together
maybe some started earlier and some are already gone
but we all have gathered at this middle meeting ground.