Exit Stage Left.

Ever wander around the bustling cities and still feel alone?
Maybe even find yourself on a park bench, watching others play roles of society.
Becoming the audience to their story, as they are dancing, running and walking across the stage. The sky consists of the stage lightning, Hell is the under stage,
Heaven is backstage and you would be understudies.  
When the curtain falls, does the audience praise your performance?
The role you've played, grand or not, are they laughing? Applauding?  
Your God's the director, your parents the stars and characters you try to either learn from or take their place.  
What's your story...