All the world’s a stage,

And by this phrase we gauge

Our lives, our love,

Our minds high above

The clouds as we follow

Blind sheep, growing hollow

As our spirits die.

We no longer cry

When an angel falls.

Reality’s walls

Crumble and crush us,

Flood waters rush us,

Force us deep into caverns.

Hide in the taverns;

In fermented malts,

We see all our faults,

And the beauty within

Is no more.