Have you seen me? Do you recall those days? You are so young, and I no longer young, no longer upon that stage I once owned in every step and gesture. Where is my script? What’s my line? Director? But no. The ancient Greeks wore masks for their plays, but I have no face without a mask. There are no more masks here, I think; in this light, no disguises will last. What will I be, then, when the light shines? I who am a shadow of life, a dancing shadow, what will remain when the light shines on me?
Shadows and Light
Tale Told 