The Stage, Act II

Again I find myself in a familiar place
My body no longer hungers, my soul is filled with grace
The visions I have are now in my grasp
Confusion, depression and my mortal pain are in the past
I shall continue, I shall go on, continue my play
Living, not acting, experiencing life each precious day




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