Giphetto Kept a Secret

The harder the wind blows in my face The more determined I am I’ll leave this place The faster my feet desire to flee The harder my eyes have yearning to see What is it that keeps on surfacing How does one measure their own suffering Can this really define what life truly is There must be something more I’ve missed They’re all melting together, each of my days Scurrying along like mice in a maze Baited by a variety of things Still merely puppets dancing on strings No one seems to comprehend They’re no more than one tiny grain of sand How hard it may be to gain control To cut the ties that bind the soul It just spins on faster and faster Will I ever become the puppet master Or lost in the masses am I to remain Dancing for peanuts while someone else gains