Talking Cure - All The World's A Stage [Indie]

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow…
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow…
The queen, my lord, is dead.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5.
All the world’s a stage
And all we are players