The Journey
When the puppeteer finished his last product,
He was sending them out.
With these words,
“Go out and fulfill your dreams
And make me proud.
I will call you one day.
To return and ask you,
How was your journey?”
The first who one was made was asking,
Do I have to go?
In this big world?
I would prefer to stay with you.
“No, my dear everyone had to go, finding their specialty
Even you, who was with me since the beginning.”
After many seasons,
He called them back.
And as promised,
They all returned.
The puppeteer was asking,
“My dear ones what have you learned?”
Many answers were the same.
They see a world full of splendor,
They made people laugh with their,
Jumping, singing, and dancing on their strings.
The last puppet who wanted to stay,
Was asked to tell his story.
I see a world where people are the puppets,
Controlling by a minority.
There is no respect for individuality.
You have to do and say,
As you were commanding.
I refused to obey their rules,
And uphold my values and integrity.
Because you told me we have only one master.
The master was smiling and nodding his head,
“At least one was listening and enjoying the journey.”
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