The Puppeteer

The puppeteer should be fun, As they manipulate their puppets, One by one. The puppeteer hides, As he pulls the strings, To make the puppet, Do anything its capable to, Unfortunately, its talents are very few. The puppet entirely depends, On who is pulling the strings, At the other end. Have we become the puppets, Dangling on that string? Dancing up and down, Like a spiral spring? While listening to other voices, Taking away any choices, Changing the state the world is in, I think this is a mortal sin.