Puppet

So why do I do what I do? Do I really have free choice or am I the product of social conditioning, complying with the expected conventions and restrictions placed upon me by my peers and elders? Do I live my own life to my own tune or am I only dancing to a well-rehearsed step-sequence laid down in my genes? Have I the right to question the path of destiny laid down before I was even born? Why do I feel there must somewhere be a great puppet master controlling my every action, for surely my reactions to people, places, events are not of my choosing? Rather, a series of options in large, non-dimensional boxes opened at the appropriate moment to convey fear, joy delight, or whatever. I do not feel in control; rather, controlled. And what of my fellow human racers: what do they see when they look at me? Do they ask of themselves the same burning question that haunts my every day: Who am I?

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/28/2016 12:30:00 AM

Hi Andy, if you're a puppet, then who's controlling your pen... :) I'm just kidding. I like what you have here. I would not answer who you are. But, I would say, Not even I understand me, control or no control, my strings are all pulled the wrong way...heheh.. Love this. LINDA

Skat A

Date: 4/25/2016 8:48:00 PM

Interesting for a new poet. LOL, I say you are not the only new poet who has one of these WHO AM I poems... FA... skat

Andy Morfett
Date: 4/27/2016 9:44:00 AM

I am a long way past being a 'new poet', bless you! The poem is at least twenty years old. I remember being told by a poetry magazine editor at the time that almost ALL poets write something similar at some point... so I consider myself in a good company :-)