Don't Leave Early

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I feel so empty and all alone;
a balloon with all the air let out;
my home is no longer a home;
and purpose, I’m living without.

What purpose is life’s quest for me?
Reality seemed to divest me of care.
Life is theater, I don’t wish to see;
tho, reality reminds, it’s there.

But what do we know of reality;
is it made manifest in seasons;
does it flow from birth to finality;
without displaying it’s reasons?

I’ve played my role in life’s play;
enduring much trauma, throughout;
very seldom have I gotten my way;
and I’ve had it; I just want out.

But the play can’t go on without actors;
there are others to be considered;
and considering all other factors;
I am needed that all lines are delivered.

Every character has a special place;
a role the play can’t do without;
to desert your role would be a disgrace;
for duty is what character is about.

A good actor never leaves the stage;
he’ll live out his role, in conformance;
tho his heart is not in it; he’ll stay;
and give his best performance.