Man Behind the Curtain
My concern, generating confusion
For you, I must re-write our genetics
But fate is never kind to illusion
Although our efforts did grow frenetic
Quixotic, tilt the family windmill
Not all questions yield to simple reason
A snapped mainmast, voyage at a standstill
Yet defeat, could I admit this treason?
Your life trajectory, its own mission
Once certain it must rely on our plans
A white flag is the only conclusion
Your destiny always out of our hands
Now there is one thing I know for certain
I am not the man behind the curtain
4/12/16
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