Life is a dream and we are merely puppets
Co-existing with each other and creating our individual spaces for growth and reflection
Being dragged upwards by the current that also seem to drown us at times
Thrown offshore, wrecked on the jagged rocks or lounging in the sweet sunshine on the beach
Yet we claim to hold the reign, while reality slip through our fingers like sand
Creating spaces which we try so hard to fill with our own doing
We build ourselves, our homes and lives - with work, play, leisure and abandon. What next?
Softly repeated phrases of wisdom and encouragement hold little meaning for those who believe
Life is a dream and we are merely puppets
Idyllic daydreams go lost like wisps of cotton floating too far to reach little fingers who chase it with glee
While people's lives scream melodrama like characters in stories of Shakespearean proportions
Others thrive in the comfortable familiarity of circumstances daring not to challenge themselves for the sake of loss
Life's presents come by like shiny, wrapped packages for us beneath the Christmas tree
As people bump, meet, interact and part ways, so the heart is pleased, warmed, melted, broken and healed
We choose our Gods, we call Him different names- we choose the single most emotional bond or the lack of it
We use our brains to analyse, understand, defer and interpret -our endless calculations create logic and reason
We like to be in control of our lives, we like to steer our lives in path befitting but repeatedly losing sight
That we are only colours being woven into the universal quilt crafted by the master weaver
An idea which holds little meaning for those who believe
Life is a dream and we are merely puppets
