Prevarication

The curtains are drawn, and
The world of pretensions
Hidden behind the thin
Film of separation
Seems so laudatory

An act begins
Dangling eyes and
Swinging hands

Can we express?
The moment
Of eternal happiness
Or grim gloom

Or it’s just
So involuntary
Life doesn’t give
You a chance to react
At its actions

And at the stance
You stand
Invariably
As if the moment
Was since eternity

Whether it is
Grim or glad
It is true
Your own

Happiness or
Gloom
Inseparable
Like pebbles
From sand
Isn’t every life an act?
And we all
Pretend…

To live…