If we are nothing but actors
And the world our very stage
Does that mean that what we do matters
Or will it all just be as it was written
In the very sands of time
Will we all have choices to do
Many would say yes,
But what if htat is the illusion
That we do make choices or not
Whether the hero of the show,
Or the being of chaos we may be
Will we even be big or small
Do we even see this as that.
My thoughts on this are different
We may all be actors, no matter how you see
But what we choose to do matters
For even if we are on a stage,
Entertaining gods, or demons,
Or as pawns on a game they use us
Our will is what makes us matter
So as a fellow actor some with me
Let us take a stand on this stage
And become what we are to be
Let us choose our destiny and be free.