Pulling strings in the gusting wind

Maybe…
I’m a puppet,
or even worse than that!
Maybe…
I’m just a puppeteer,
taking more pleasure in controlling others
than in controlling myself!
But, then again
maybe I’m neither of them,
maybe I’m just a voodooist
making someone bleed,
while putting needles into someone else!

Maybe…
I’m a mirror,
reflecting who you are!
Maybe…
I’m the troubled water,
changing your shape
distorting your lines.
But, then again
maybe I’m neither of them,
maybe I’m the gusting wind
disassembling your body
giving you the chance, to fly!

Or, I can be be no one
impersonating nothing.
Just another fool
flying in the air…
like a string in the wind!

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9 thoughts on “Pulling strings in the gusting wind

      • that actually made me revisit one of my favourite sayings about being immortal. it goes something like this –

        “we’ve known each other..you’ve been friend of mine since the beginning of time whether you remember it or not. we began this journey of existence as the atoms in the heart of the Unknown..when we were the same heart beating, same mind thinking original thought. we agreed to play a game..when we said – hey, I have an idea, lets forget we are infinite for just a little while..and this way we’ll be able to enjoy the rush and exhilaration of life. we said – lets try on bodies. and be something where we can condense experience into the moment. we are the same Being existing in different forms.”

        thank you, I hadn’t read it in my journal for about a year now..I did and had to share 🙂

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