You sit there like a king,
acting like a puppeteer,
thinking you hold the world by it's strings.

Like a mysterious raven,
you succumb to a face of no emotions,
pouring nothing out and letting nobody in,
trying to hide behind a torn wing.

Until one day, I saw you face,
and just like when the water ripples embrace sand,
your tides embraced me,
for once you said you felt free.

And just as quickly as it began it stopped,
you rapidly drank the waves back up,
and I was left with the salty aftertaste.

You may think you hold the world by it's strings,
but peer down below, it's not connected to anything.