Notes From the Hand of a Puppeteer

by Pondering Thoughts Of Nothing   Dec 16, 2007


I watch you with these all knowing eyes...
Your actions no longer remotely surprise.
Quiet I stay with no words to speak.
But if these eyes could shout,
Oh the things they would shriek.
A meek overseer?
Or your biggest threat?
I've seen sides of you I will never forget.
You bring me pain...
Oh so bittersweet.
But my confidence in knowledge
Brings me back to my feet.
Sit. Smile smug. With a gleam in my eye.
You have everyone fooled...
Oh wait...
not I.
Out of those in the crowd, really... I know you best.
While I've been let down,
My reliance in you still rests.
You've admitted to defeat.
Things aren't running as you planned.
But hush for a moment and take my hand.
Still rife with such feelings of self enmity
and hate...
Blind to all of the things you could appreciate...
So let me help you open your eyes.
To a person...
Not that puppet...
That lies deep inside.

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