The Puppet-Master

He fools us into thinking
we are moving on our own,
But little do we know,
we are under his control.

In front of us always,
are his sparkling designs.
We feel that we need them,
because we are blind.

In the middle of the ocean,
searching for dry land.
He pretends to guide us,
lending us a shattered hand.

We chomp at his bait,
so thirsty for a purpose,
But it's the fountain in the dessert,
he's only fooling us.