The Performing Stage

One more day into the unknown.

Once more into the conformed nature of this world.

Into the abyss of darkness where the ropes entangle us.

Onto the performing stage where the puppeteers pull on our strings.

I look up and I see the master.

He smiles and laughes while I do his will.

I am filled with fear at the thought of breaking from his bondage.

Will he be angry?

Will I be lost?

I look up and I see the master once more.

His eyes filled with great rage.

I only wonder if wrath will follow.

These strings weren’t meant for me.

All I wish is to be.