Is freedom
what we want?
Or what we fear..
For, though
we may believe
that we are
in control..
The strange
contortions
of our frame
betray..
The Shadow
Puppeteer.

The One
who holds
the power..
is The One
who pulls
the strings.
The One
who knows
just where
to tug..
to fold us..
To unravel
our whole
fabric
of existence..
in a blink.

The Eye
we may not dare
to look into.
The thread of will
that we are
too afraid to cross.
Without it..
are we not completely
blind and lost?
Or so The Shadow
Puppeteer
would lead you
to believe.
In truth, however..
you are merely
but a snip away..
from being freed.