One more day

If the world was a big stage,
as they say.
Wouldn't our fears and rages,
would be a play?

If life were just an act,
what am I, who I am?
Where is the lost tact,
or logic, if it's the same?

I have another scene,
another day to be seen.
And another madness,
in the train in life.
One more day of sensation,
one more emotional flare.
One more fake hasatition,
to hope that no one's there.

I want the curtains to be pulled off,
I don't want to show my life to all.

If the world was just a stage,
wouldn't it be a scription in our page.
Why aren't we captured in a cage,
are we stupid or sage?

Turn around, is the spotlight there?
Does "good" or "bad" are really fair.
Is it logical, that we are here,
not for a day or a year?

I have another scene,
another day to be seen.
And another madness,
in the train in life.
One more day of sensation,
one more emotional flare.
One more fake hasatition,
to hope that no one's there.

I have another scene,
another day to be seen.
And another madness,
in the train in life.
One more day of sensation,
one more emotional flare.
One more fake hasatition,
to hope that no one's there.