Marionette

Marionette

Tarantella with Fandango feet but the wires are indifferent.
Why should natural inclinations play a part in that?
Evolution, we are a product of our genes,
We're coded to survive and propagate the species.
Theism gives us the illusion of purpose,
God gave us free will, but knows what we'll do.
So, gods or no gods we are all of us puppets,
See the strings we wear and tangle daily?
As children, our parents wielded the boards,
Then it was teachers, other children, the library police.
Grown we dance to the tune of our boss,
Ikea in our apartment and big screen TV illusions.
Do you harbor ideals of free will?
We are all happy flies trapped in the web,
The endless net of shifting alliances and relationships.
All of us looking for connection,
For uncuttable strings hopelessly tangled with another.
In the perpetual gloom of the cupboard, puppets wait.
Lined up in orderly rows, waiting for the curtain to lift.
Blank faces, eyes closed in sleep, what else to do?
Deep inside wooden minds they dream,
Freedom from strings and dancing to someone elses tune.
Soaring high in the treetops or laughing unscripted.
Illusion of free will, aren't we all puppets?
But the lesson is not our slavery,
It is our unquenchable thirst for dreams.