Never is assigned
the role we need to play
life evaporates
in shadow boxing
with self-assigned
roles and goals
like in ill-tailored clothes
we go about as
characters in an absurd play
and wait for godot
in meaningless hope
and get blown up
in a whiff of smoke...
characters in an absurd play and wait for godot Our roles in life are brought to this with a beautiful observation.
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While waiting for Godot, life does sometimes take pity and give us a few of the things we long for...