A Play Within A Play

It’s a play within a play Where my role is improvised With the extras of each day Not intended to surprise There’s no cause to show concern No opinions to express What I know I’ll never learn What you know, I’ll never guess The main characters look worn Their trivial speeches fail I keep hearing the horn Of unanswered questions sale Flying slowly over trees Notes repeat the same remark Do we mean much more than leaves Underfoot in some old park? In the gardens of belief Shall I speak what’s left to say Words of happiness and grief For a play within a play..