Life’s a play!

All the world's a stage,

And all the people on it merely players.

Someone said, I think.

But what if you're in the auditorium,

Looking on, listening, locked in the dark,

Unable to take part?

Maybe I was stillborn

But no-one told me.

There was no funeral,

I think I would have remembered that.

So I carried on 'living'.

What else could I do?

An invisible observer,

Watching and listening but not participating!

An audience of one.