Misplaced monologues

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances"
- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II Scene VII


And so I pass across the stage
A royal lord renown for wisdom.
An idol of justice and titan of humanity
- Or so I see myself.

If the world's a stage
Then on most days I'm 'resting'
Far from the action and far from view.
- As if anyone pays any attention to this fool.

I paint pictures in my mind
- And they're beatiful
On a canvas no one can see
With forms none recognise to admire.

Acting the Ancient Greek Tragic Hero
In a modern day musical
Where profond monologues are misplaced
But poorly pre-recorded music are easily at hand.

But is someone watching?
One occupied seat among hundreds?
- One person is enough to make a hundred days seem worthwhile.