Puppet

My sorrows make me trace my thought - The steps I took, the leaps I'll take - I do what I forgot, and it's not enough, But while I lay here in PJ's, wide Awake, My heart enacts a stolen wish - The things I want and what I need - I have my powers to unleash, But as I want, I become Greed... My future holds a nothing-ball - The paint on it changes daily - I can't rainbow it back at all, But as I dare color Freely, My hands are dirty and tired - The phalanges crack, lashes tear - I feel like a puppet, though I'm not wired, But balls joggle on, what clearly stays is Fear.