The Player


While asleep, I had a vision.
I was on a stage, in the spotlight.
There was no audience, save for
one man.
He wore a mask like a player would wear.
Its face was formed to smile at all who looked upon it.
It began to melt and I questioned the cause.
The man answered,
"My friend, nothing is the matter.
Why do you ask?"
When the mask had gone,
I saw that his face showed only sadness.
It was his tears that
melted the mask.

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