The Actor

The words spoken were written by another,

The lives I lived were reality to another,

The scenes were emoted once before to me by another,

In the end its me known to another.

Am I a Polestar or Am I the moon?  

For I am an instrument of another’s light !

My work behind the scene isn’t seen ,

I mug the lines,

Guess Retakes are fine.

Between Reality and an Act,

I might have lost me for another,

Just to be revelled by another.

That another wants to be me,

Guess I was another when I dreamed of being the other,

An actor! Not knowing when Its me and when its another!