Curtains

The curtain's about to go up.
Or rather, I'm about to go under the curtain.
Under the knife, cut into slices and diluted under lights.
Things are such a sight, and I'm not sure if I can hang on.
Because everything is ruined if you over-think it.
And you can a be one-dimensional bastard on stage,
With your red tie, and sweet hat, and tidy lies,
But if you try and keep that out of your life,
Things go under the knife.
Can you really go against your nature?
Nothing certainer, nothing stranger.
And here's the rub -
You want what you can't have,
Fingers, where there's a nub,
Another when one is in your bed,
And all the extras live inside your head,
And can't go on the stage because they didn't get the lead,
Adulterers, take heed.
A dash of honesty early will save shattering later,
But you can't give it up,
You're weak.

The curtain's about to go up.