When the curtain comes down
And painted veils are removed
Do we bow after
such an amazing performance?
Or delude ourselves by the cries of an
easily satisfied audience?
They shout: “Bravo! Brilliant
Superb! Well done!”
But is the applause really ours,
As the excited crowds cheer on?
They loved the act
The staged characters that they saw
It is not us who deserve the praise
But the masks we wore
So do not feel honoured
This envied fame is not our own
We had graced the stage with borrowed faces
Now we make the exit