Puppet

When you are dancing,

When cobblestones clap,

And fires blaze in the sky,

With so many colors,

It is hard to stand still.

When the music

Commands you into a spin,

Around,

And around,

And all the while the master

Moves you with a string

And you wonder if it will

End.

With a struggle

Of the mind,

Pirouetting and weaving,

It’s all an act.