For a while

I

We're broken toys
That try to smile
To veil how sad we all are.....
Oh, how much "fun".....

We mend our hearts
Just for a while,
Before they break into shards -
Once more again.

We feel obliged
To make a choice
But we're afraid to raise the bar.
And then, instead,

We raise our voice,
Muffling the past,
Yet still it hits from afar:
Nowhere to run.

We're torn apart,
Then stitched up fast.
And it's all back to the start.
With the same plan:

'Keep hoping for the better Play'.


II

But for a while we think we play,
Yet it is we who're being played.
We crave for something new to say,
Reciting words that have been said.

We mourn while bathing in the rays,
And when it's dark we laugh like mad -
It feels like we've been led astray,
And yet we lie: ‘we're not afraid’.

Just rag-doll bodies, face of clay -
All our expressions are handmade.
And till this day it stays that way:
We play the Play while being played,

Still hoping for the better Play.