The Puppet Master
This cup is for you
for bluffing yourself
and for thinking you know me,
here’s to you for pretending to care
and make me believe that you do,
here’s to you for
being the puppet-master
in the puppet show,
which is my life
I would like the strings back
before they are beyond repair
I would like to be the master
of my own destiny
for a change
I would like to control where
my journey ends
and what happens
on the way there
but with you as the puppet-master
it’s virtually impossible
so this is me
begging you
for the strings
that contain
every facet of my life…
please be so kind
as to leave it at the door
on your way out…
© Copyright 2010
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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