The Puppeteers Master
Controlling all his strings
All his movements
All his thoughts
But never the Puppeteers Puppets

The Puppeteers Puppets
Being controlled by the already controlled
Their strings tugging and pulling
To be free
To be honest to themselves

The Puppeteer
Stuck in between
Never allowed freedom
Never giving freedom
But always thinking
About what it'd be like
Being the ultimate Master of everyone else

"Tease me"
The words escape your mouth
Quietly, in one breath

And in that moment
All thought escapes my head
Because I aim to please you

"Impulse is master",
said the learned man.
"It brings disaster
to a pondered plan."

But what about choice?
That's what I've been taught.
Trying speech, no voice
came, instead forethought

echoed through my head:
speak, and you'll be trapped!
I sat, mute as lead;
the man, smiling, clapped.

Have you ever felt so alive, so truly alive
that it seemed as if the birds sing for you
that the sun turns up every day, to say How do you do!
the waves come crashing to the shore,
to bring you news from the sea floor
the winds whistle and crash through the trees
rushing to you to do as you please
the tigers and lions and lionesses roar
to applaud your presence among all the bores
that the clouds thrash and thunder and burst
to give you a cool drink should you feel the thirst
that all of nature has come alive
to stand witness to you embracing your life
I felt like this today, when a loneliness was driven away
two eyes, two ears, two legs, two of everything
but the heart is always alone, that poor old thing
so when such a lonely soul finds its match
to play with, dance with and if fall then catch
then it would seem all the world is thine oyster
of your fate and destiny, thou be the master

Things aren't going right again today
I wish I could close my eyes and pretend
That's everything would be fine soon

But then again, I need to tackle this mess
It threatens to over power me and gain
Do you know that creepy feeling, like all is lost?
Like you can feel dejected and simply sigh!
Or scream your agony out!

Some how that should help,
make things controllable
But it doesn't do a dime!

So I pause and gather my thoughts,
Penning my frustration,
at odds that fly in my path
Some how I attract the worst
I feel like that all the time

Then I close my eyes and think!
No there is worse!
I am not there!
With the worst
I am here with the blest.

I have roof over my head
Clothes to wear
A job that pays
Food on the table and
loved ones to care.

This mess is the selfishness pouring
Out of hearts that have forgotten gratefulness
In its place grows restlessness
To seek and infect and thrive on sadness
Till it devours and make its conquest.

Oh Lord, my frustration is overpowering
If you don't do something soon I'll trip
That's not what I'd want cause I'll feel like a wreck
So I turn my gaze to you and reflect
Ask myself, what did you learn today
Did you get buried in your problems
Or did you look up and pray.

You see, the GREAT TEACHER, is watching
Life's little lessons he sends our way
Chapters on human psychology
Management of Time and Stress
His methods are tough
Not meant for the weak
Only the strong, can pass His test.

He never mean't it to be easy
Cause your are just not anybody
But His special treasure
Which He would like to gather
Richer and purer, after a struggle that's worthy
Of His Kingdom so glorious.
Which I await with a sadness, the longer I tarry!

With this experience firmly noted in my life's book
I shall mark it with gladness, for when again history repeats itself
I shall remember to read this lessons with gratefulness
The GIFT of words He gave, so that I can share.
When again frustration raises it ugly head
Armed with HIS words I'll fight my best.

Player:

    "Where the hell am I?"

DM:

    *"Precisely!"

When the Disciple is ready
The Master will Appear
In silence.
With answers,
Not the cure.
Dont rush so much
He will come
Who ever he is
Where ever you'll be
The Master will appear
When The Disciple is ready.