Puppet Master

At times I believe that the world is mine

Existing only within the boundaries of my mind.

With my voice I form a line

To keep the wishes of men confined.

With the essence that makes me who I am,

I seek not the sacrifice of a lamb,

Nor of those who seek to break the dam.

Always in my views are many “why”-strings

Attached to each one are two golden rings.

Appearances are deceiving; with my choice I am cautious.

Both rings are undoubtedly precious

But one, to my future, may be disastrous.

From the tree of the universe I pull a vine

This brings to light the sun divine

But as it appears it refuses to shine,

Placing me in the dark, where I become blind.

Even though, it is with great remorse.

The will of the sun I cannot force

Ergo I will allow it to travel its course.

I command upon men piece to rain

But their thoughts lay upon their brothers that were slain

With revenge in mind their evil wills remain,

As their goodness flow swiftly down the drain.

With contaminated views, wrong choices are made

And with time lives values start to fade.

As with the sun I refuse to control the will of man

On their own feet they will continue to stand.

All actions are committed only with my will

If I seek I can make a mountain a hill

I can make the wind and sea stand still.

For the universe is my life game

And within my head it will forever remain.