melted

twenty-four hours of halftime

sometimes i wish
that shakespeare was true
in saying that all the world's a stage
for if the men and women were merely players
there would be a lot less to lose
losing a part is not unlike losing a life
except for one continues, but one ends.
however
if i am destined to live in this humility
where people shy away from their shine
covering their faces aglow with potential
i will decree upon myself a personal halftime
where a show will be put on
to bring smiles to those hooded figures.
i do wish that for just twenty-four hours
the world would be willing
to become each other's halftime acts
but if not, i suppose
the show must go on.