The fog is so dense today.
It blocks your vision as if you wearing a scarf over your eyes.
So that you are blindfolded to all that is around you
So that you stay unknowing/unaware your entire life
Often times I think that most people live their lives this way
Everything muddied and jumbled
Unsure of what is real
Or just an illusion
Is this me? I wonder
Am I blind too?
Unable to see what is directly in front of me?
Do I try to push aside the fog
As if parting a heavy velvet curtain
Used to keep performers and audience
Away from one another
And which hides what is backstage…
Those things that are meant to be unseen
If I were to peer past your costume
If I were to see you as you really are
What would be there to greet me?
Would there be those things I am comfortable with
Or would there be things that would surprise me
Maybe even make me uncomfortable
Is yours a Magic Show?
Or the tale of Othello?
And what is my role?
Am I a major character in your drama
Or a bit player who has
But a walk on part in your life?
And more importantly
Does this story have a long run?
Or have the critics pronounced it