Ballad of The Walkin Theatre

I am a walkin' theatre, ye ken,
Actor, director, and audience in ane.
My mind's a stage where thoughts, like players bold,
Perform their plays in endless roundelay.

A drama club I've made within mysel',
Where ev'ry day's a premiere, seats are full.
Nae chance tae flee, though I'm nae master yet,
I'll bear it still, for better or for worse.

Why heed tae Kharms, when nonsense overflows
Within my soul, a never-endin' stream?
Nae need tae bow tae Khlebnikov's great verse,
My inner bard creates, can scarce keep pace.

Nae need have I for boxes or the stalls,
Nae velvet curtains or the wings backstage.
My fancy paints the scenery sae fine,
And mem'ry, like a prompter, calls encore.

In life's grand theatre, I play my parts,
Changin' masks as easy as my gloves.
Tragedy and farce, and vaudeville too,
All fit within my clever noggin here.

So why should I need any ootside eyes?
When a' the world's a mighty circus tent,
Where each is fool and genius tae himsel',
And each his ain truth and deceit combined.

Let others seek for meanin' in strange plays,
I'll find my laughs and sorrows in mysel'.
For life's a stage, and we are actors a',
And I take pride in this, my chosen role.