People are funny how they appear
Up and down, side to side
Like being controlled by puppeteers
Like someone is pulling the strings
Back and forth, back and forth
We swing
Is another out there?
Controlling our actions but
We’re unaware
Watching as we fail or succeed
Laughing
As if watching a sitcom of comedy
Choosing who wins the battle
Picking us off one by one
Like a herd of cattle
Deciding who does good and who
Sins
Playing us like a violin
Hanging upside down
Spinning us around and around
Like a Merri-Go-Round
Masking our looks how they
See fit
Branding our aura with a
Poker stick
Different directions we’re pulled
Steering us where they want us to
Go
Another dimension unknown
Is the world a movie as we
Know?
