"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts....."
-Shakespeare



I bow out...

The struggle to survive in this lucid dream,
that lingers in my very being,
the act of bowing out,
isn't easy when said aloud,
my lines have became rampant,
my patience is dampened,
the one and only way,
is to get out of the play,

I bow out.



The struggle to stay in the game.
The double faced ranger, you are.