Philip
I’m sure he didn’t want the part A lifetime trapped on an eternal set Whose final credits he would never see Under the brightly lit confidence of death A final scene lays in wait Keep adding acts, delay the end Tortured yearning for relief He must ignore the answer to the pain Live an earnest life’s deceit Embrace honesty, but not too much Do not ponder undeniable truth The answer in its cage must lie Their worries only make it worse His demons need no other guests Do not make your worries his His screams do not ask for company The answer quietly starts to transmit A siren only he can hear The painful questions too much to bear The quietness of the answer, glorious To question its wisdom is not to know its power An explanation found only in familiarity The answer is not the problem It is the only complete solution The answer a lifetime in the wings An eager understudy bides its time Its relentless patience loomed too long Life always delivers the break it needs