Life is a Dress Rehersal

Wake up, dress up, make up, consume, digest, disect. Until you wake up, dress up, make up, consume, digest, disect again and again Life is a dress rehersal on automatic pilot with no inner turbulence to infuse a lasting awakening spark. One stands up in order to be counted. Shows up in social circles in order to be counted and be recognised as an entity. Presents to an audience a like of thyself, but not a true representation of self all in aid of social participation and conformity. Life labours become an automic vehicle immersed in daily repertoire.