Puppet
I cannot control destiny...
I cannot control the moon....
I cannot control the ebb and tide
or the passing of time too soon....
My life is spent understanding
that it seems not to be my own....
but that of some other controller's...
bent on frustrating me on and on....
I wonder if this cannot stop...
will it seal my fate without my say...
I wonder if I should give up...
then in the light of day...
these problems seem to melt away...
and I become bold in the face of their hold on me
in the brightness
but when the dark calls they grow in strength and number
and I am overwhelmed again with an ever increasing horror....
that all of my hopes are just a dream...
and I am not the dreamer
£àûRîë...aka...Linda Clark © 1997
