Inside the mind of a prolific thespian sits a puzzle of introspective discord
The mind of the ridden falls to calamity
The secret of his achievement is doused in duality.
Herein lies the conundrum
The maker and the made both dance to the same drum
The shape and the shifter cannot decipher from whence they did come.
And in this play the protagonist sits beside himself as the antagonist of his plight.
It's a battle of self and a battle of mind
Yet there is no winner at any point in time
Just a speaker and a listener
An ear and a whisperer
Tonight you speak and I listen
And tomorrow we shall switch positions
The light shifts to darkness and the pain of transfiguration is the power you harness
In the struggle to complete this puzzle in the depth of his mind
The thespian delivers an insane performance deserving of an award.
To a pleasurable audience in his psychiatric ward.
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