Every life's a movie
We got different stars and stories
We got different nights and mornings
Our scenarios ain't just boring
I find this movie very amusing
Everyday, I want to shoot it well
I want to caress myself
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage.
But you know, sometimes
I really really hate myself
To be honest, quite often,
I really hate myself
When I really hate myself, I go to Dduksum
I just stand there with the familiar darkness
And then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury
The world is just another name for despair
My height is just another diameter for the earth
I am all of my joy and anxiety
It repeats everyday.
Signifying nothing.
It was another favourite poem of mine
Life's Brief Candle..
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadows, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare
What have you reflected on your life?
How would you end up dying for?
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