The puppet master sits in the background
He looks just like me or you or anyone at all
But more goes on in his head that cannot be
Seen, he begins to silently pull strings, unknown
To anyone but himself, He pulls the strings but
Also lays a web to catch the unbeknownst like
A deadly spider in the shadows, carefully he begins
A dastardly plan laying down the webs, strings and
Grinning At what is to come, people talk to him never
Seeing what goes on in his head it’s almost ready he
Thinks, he watches carefully from the background
Smiling as everyone falls into place,
He pulls the strings to the puppets who move along thinking
It’s their own choices but the puppet master in is charge