Easter Delusion

So you think you know, that you can handle it
But then you struggle.
You breath in, you keep on going,
You breath it out.
You ask yourself, jesus and all the saints
You try to find a hint, an answer.
Someone whispering in your ear what to do
Which road to walk.
You need an élan, le recul necessaire
You are not too sure how much longer
You’d need to wait
‘till the show begins.
You thought rehearsal was over,
Nevertheless you keep on waiting.
Waiting for things to happen,
Waiting for the actors to put on their masks.
But you don’t see it happening,
So you wonder,
Where was it that you sat down in this theatre?
When did you chose the show?
You don’t remember picking the pill,
Red or blue?
Someone must have chosen it for you.
And the only thing you remember
Is running after the white rabbit
Like a mad March hare.
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering to vacuity.
What’s life but this game,
Where no one agreed to play?