at me, too, someone is looking

[toujours_nigel]

if all the world’s a stage,

(and one must believe the Bard,

though he steal this line from a hoarding)

who’s watching us perform?

 

god, you say? or the gods?

but whose gods and which gods?

(and have they nothing better to do?

and who’s watching them?)

 

or are we all stuck in a rehearsal

(I have never played, but am told

That rehearsals are a needful evil)

laughing at each other’s flubbed lines?