I am an actor. Everyday I perform on an improvised scene
Which is the scene on which my life
Lays.
It may sound tragic to you?

I could laugh and say oh no, dear, you’re totally wrong
It’s my spectacle
and millions of insects come to see me
everyday.
I have their souls in my hands
and
I can make them cry until they are left out with no voice
To scream
anymore.
Helpless, just as I am
With the difference that I am their queen
Even though that’s just for a moment in their precious time.

Or I could say yes, you’re right. It’s tragic, it’s being tragic everyday
I walk on pieces of unstable boards
And every step means a huge noise under my foot
that covers me. And makes my insects fly away.
Because they are scared of anything may go wrong.
Because they are fragile
Just as the pieces of unstable boards under my feet

And here I am, laying on an improvised scene.
Not knowing if it’s wrong or right.
You say it’s wrong, I say it’s right
But then you say it’s right, and I say it’s wrong
And then I say can’t you see?
You’re just as blind as everyone else
The sound of your unstable board under your feet has made me run away
From you.
poor insect. That I am.
Poor abandoned king that you are.