I'll create my own world,
Where people walk around,
Where I can pull the strings,
And make them talk and dance and sing.
A world of socks and trims and cardboard fringe.
Where stories are told and stories are born.
Where hopes bloom,
Where witches fly on brooms.
Where numerous shooting stars fly across the sky.
Where imagination knows no bounds.
Freedom takes flight everyday ,
Only to find there is no way.
Because i'm the puppeteer,
I can weave a tale of laughter and tears,
I can kill with a thought, without getting caught,
Cause I'm the all "seer".
Life is a gamble,
World being the casino,
People may win a lot but not without losing in some other way.
Luck is the moment,
Time being the test.
While coins of fate are in my hands,
'Cause I'm the puppeteer,
The all "seer".
Now don't you laugh and leer,
Don't be late,
For the show is to start,
Of dreams and nightmares.
CZYTASZ
Strands of Time
PoezjaA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
