The Puppeteer
In life, we are the puppeteers
till the promise of death unfolds
we journey the story untold
for the spectators’ eyes and ears
The job is to entertain and stir
the audience till time goes old
in life we are the puppeteers
till the promise of death unfolds
The ventriloquist, we yet to meet
the foolish, the joker, the voice, the bold
yet still synchronized with the man who holds
the string till the dawning is near
in life, we are the puppeteers
Copyright © Lala Merx | Year Posted 2014
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