I am the Puppet Master
I pull the strings...or it seems
Am I the entity? The God of Small things?
Or am i listlessly dreaming...
of bigger things beyond my means...
or does inquiry give Me more control than the gravity
that pulls me down to my knees...
or do you bow before Me Xerxes?
or am i just too thirsty?
Worrying about the wrong things...
when I should be concentrating on my own destiny?...
or should i just relax and nonchalantly let life pass...
through...
because i don't control what i do
i'm just on stage playing a part i didn't choose...
Making decisions i was made to make?...

Splinters split, my mouth creaks open and releases...
Breath?... Angels?... Demons?...
Who decides?...
the Ones left after i'm not Alive?