XL boy XS stage

Man of the year, of the day of the hour,
Revert to the boy when you lose all power,
Scenes seem scripted; new act, new page.
The boy wants to act big on a small stage.

Hope to flee the fool that follows you,
Hide from your shadow in shade,
Blame the blackened being beneath you,
Till dusk and its blinding cascade.

Stuttered lines a million times,
On this stage where the strings don't belong.
Classic choirs and things that inspire,
As the mouth doesn't move to the song,

Obligations hang from threads,
Severed ties or severed heads,
These strings they sew and seal the dead,
They wrap and warp the "guidelines".

Each chord that wraps will bind and blind,
Every layer will shield and save the soul.
Is darkness death? or the end of the show?
You're here because you lost control.