Today I`ve lost my power, mind, reason…
All thoughts have mixed with fear and nonsense
I stayed at home one cold and rainy season.
My sloth is of my dreams an awful fence.
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You are good with metaphors and here the old idea of the puppeteer or puppet master has been well explored with a fresh approach and a world view beyond religion to a greater realisation for self and universally for us all.
''He has a secret, guile and a ban, To steal the life of people is his goal.'' that mad man symbolizes the Satan, the evil, and we are in hands of are puppets, .....we are not free? yes, it suffocated me a lot.........................................
Yahoo! True to my feelings this poem ran with some interesting lines like these which are creating vivid picture on my mind. A salute thee, I hail thee, I hope you can nail these kinds of puppeteers........... Who is in fog of folly, proud and honor. He is a thought or our funky mind.
This is the great poem that has truly stuck to my mind thanks to the vivid and marvelous images.Thank you very much