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.