Puppet Master

Have you ever met my puppet master?
A mysterious figure
Tugging at my strings
From behind a veil, I cannot see

Pulling me this way and that
Making me dance to and fro
Across the same stage
With an always unfamiliar decor

Some days I struggle
But then the strings tug at my insides
And I can feel my cloth tearing at the seems
And my mind refuses to go
Where my heart tries to lead

Other days I dance on my own
Tipping and tapping the moves
Master has taught me
To that familiar tune
So I won't have to feel the strings' pull

Sometimes
When Master tugs too hard
Or I am too tired
I can feel my cloth rip

On those days
When I lay torn on the floor
I wish I knew how to sow