A monkey perched on high holds onto my strings,
Guiding my every move as if invisible strings connect us.
When he sways and dances, I find myself in sync,
His laughter dictates mine as if our hearts were linked.
I am merely a puppet, subject to his every whim,
Unsure if I should feel joy or if the light within me dims.
From my eyes to my soul, he seems to hold complete sway,
Molding my emotions, dictating my night and day.
At his command, I laugh and I weep, echoing his every sound,
His voice becomes my own, as our destinies are bound.
I am nothing but a puppet, yet he provides everything I need,
From sustenance to shelter, fulfilling every deed.
He carries my burdens and injects me with strength,
Yet, do I truly appreciate this, or is it at arm’s length?
This intricate relationship, a puppet under his care,
It leaves me conflicted – should I be grateful or despair?
“Our mind can be a puppeteer; if we lose control, it will make us a puppet, a slave. We will do whatever our mind tells us to do and will not be able to differentiate between right and wrong. So, instead of being controlled by our minds, we should make our minds work for us to achieve our goals.”