Stageplay Poem by i am not crazy

Bored of cries I don’t usually feel
Tired of hearing words so unreal
Sick of blankets useless to weave
Lies about its warmth but who else is there to deceive
Hopes and fears out to try
With days and times which rapidly pass by
Planted life in fragmented lands
And untrue lovers holding hands
Sharp minds that don’t think
Beautiful eyes that don’t really blink
The sound of truth bearing unfaithfulness
Honorable works not there to address
Weary enough to see another play
When we all know there is no color with what they say
It’s all in script and all to memorize
What else is there to come and mesmerize?
The drama of life with a stage to stand still
And act out what we are asked to feel
We’re all actors with directors to boss us around
It’s still questionable why we can’t stand our ground
We change directions when we’re told to do so
But I say choose the path where you’d like to go
Dirty your hands when it’s oh, so clean
Follow your wisdom which lies within