Puppeteer behind the curtain
I am but an operator of a
puppet
It looks like me
It talks like me
And it walks like me
Yet the real me hides behind a curtain
Too afraid to reveal himself
The me on stage is not the
real me
Yet it dances anyways
And even I watch the performance
And pretend that is me
I fool myself
Neither of these is what I want
to be
In an eternal anguish
Because I do not remember a time
When I have been the true
Instead of the ideal
And yet even that is a failure
The puppet and puppeteer are only a
a constant
Neither important nor not
Something you expect to be there
But do not need
Perhaps this is the role I have
Doomed myself forever to
The man who hides behind
a curtain
Who conceals himself
From even himself
And knows not how to emerge
Will continue to act
Through the pull of a string