The World's Stage

"All the world's a stage,"
Preplanned lines on parchment page,
Performed with precision and a consciousness,
That there are critics and praisers alike,
Judging, waiting for your next move,
Execute flawlessly or falsely tread,
Either may decide your doom.
And although this is a daunting task,
Filled with expectations and a certain dread,
That you must audition your part and then surpass
The preset notions the world placed inside your head,
Keep heart and know your biggest fans are proud,
Faces shining with confidence in the front row.