PUPPETEER
I am the puppeteer, life is my stage
sage penance is my piece,
I please the world with fantasies and reveries,
I free, I am the scream – behind the facade,
I play the ballade,
of the king’s puppet industry
I perceive and hint, very silent
by invisible hand, threads held in my hand,
grand and full of passion,
I am the master of my art, the heart,
the world of illusion and now the curtain parts,
fate takes its course,
my will, my hands,
until the world ends.