Is your soul free? Mine is. How bout yours? Is it still wandering about the cosmos looking for a place to lie down and relax? Or is it looking for it's home that it may call it's own. The souls of those lost are everywhere. Inside us, the trees, the birds, and those just brought into this existence. Try and find the answer, I dare you. I dare you to go out, and see what it is that must be seen through eyes not our own. Fight! Or don't. Which are you? The monk, or the convict? The instigator, or the peacemaker? Must we choose a role for our stage, "The world"? That we must choose for ourselves. Put on the mask, and become your own self. An individual that always has the attention of the audience and can bring them emotion through his acting. Paint on the mask, and even more attention shall come to you, as you dance, and yell, and sing your heart to those that watch, clap, laugh, and cry at your wonderful performance!...Or don't. Become one with the audience, and rest your finger on the trigger, ready to be the judge, jury, and executioner for those in front of you. Your applause brings them joy, your dissatisfaction brings them strife. You hold more power in your human hands than you can imagine. What is it we see when we try and become both, the kabuki and the audience member? Nothing but death. The death of careers, of lives, of broken spirits, of hopes and dreams shattered to almost nothing but star dust. Shinning fragments of what they once were. Which am I? I would lead you to believe that I am the audience member. But what if I am the actor among the crowd? Smoke and mirrors hide the truth from you, but you can see through it...right? Perhaps you can, perhaps you cannot. It is up to the true judges of time and patience to tell you all that can, and cannot be understood. Sit on your pedestal...and gaze at the universe for what is it...yours. Yours to do with as you please, if your willing to take it, grasp it, take hold and never let go even if you were to die. For we know not which is the beginning...birth, or death. Therefore, live as if your end was near, live as if you were going to be born again tomorrow. For death gives you freedom, and birth gives you the responsibility of taking up a mask once again. Sit on your pedestal, and gaze at freedom for what it is...yours.