Out of two inch mold in here
Beneath, I rest in six feet sand
Not I speak of the ‘Stages of Life’
Thrill and shrill is drama between
On either direction of ordinary
It’s extraordinary or is zeroed
Being or dying, no not I control
An actor I, handling challenges
Fail or succeed each critical task
On life's stage, meet and manage
Frown, fear, fall, fire and fight
Either to live or leave this stage
