A Puppet’s String

Sometimes

I wonder

about everything

we know:

what is

our purpose

is there a plan

or is it just clamor?

I don't know

where to go

stuck in this mud

no plan, no thoughts

guided along a path

that isn't mine

vacant eyes

glazed over with the knowledge

that this won't change

the path I must travel

with all the others

can't say no

nowhere to go

the mud is too heavy

I'm weighed down with lies

who to trust

who doth know

where do I go?

I open my mouth to speak

but no sound escapes

Fall into the rabbit hole

open your eyes

into wonder, mystery, awe

I'm curious

a piece of me is still alive

I need a fire

spark me, burn me, inspire me please

where do I go

reach for my soul

tell me what I need

crush success

create a path

I know I can

I see the elements

now grab hold and pull

Into the rabbit hole we go

my last string

a puppet's thing

release the rope

bloom anew

DESTINY, FIRE, HOPE.