The Puppet Master

Freewill is a joke. My hands are in cuffs

Invisible, I know, but they guide nonetheless

Every word, every deed, the way that I dress

Freewill is a lie. My legs are tied up 

My hopes and my dreams all come from an ad

That executives put on since I was a lad

Freewill is a noose. My neck is in chains

They’re shiny and loose, made of platinum and gold

Who cares if my bank account suffers tenfold

Freewill is a product, sold to the masses

If we think we’re in charge, we don’t ask any questions

The puppet master smiles, feeding us lies for ingestion 

But please do refrain from judgment or condemnation

For even the puppet master’s hands are not free from persuasion

The hands that lie are being lied to as well

We all have strings attached to our personnel  

So where are these strings? Funny you should ask

They come from our mind, our beliefs and our past

If that’s the case, then hand me the knife

Only thoughts I believe in can manipulate my life 

Freewill is a dream, it’s time to wake up

If ignorance is the cause, knowledge sets me free

With humility and patience, I reclaim my destiny  

Freewill is possible, but just for the wise

Only in surrender do we have control over our lives 

Free will is…