Thursday, March 12, 2015

Pinocchio




Life has a way of making sure that I
   See all my past mistakes come back to haunt me—
The opportunities that I let die,
   The wasted love for those who didn’t want me,
The moments that I blew—they all come back
   Embodied in new people, to excite
Or terrify me—to show what I lack,
   Then make me face it till I get it right.
And I keep asking: am I my life’s fool
   Or my life’s king?  Are my mistakes repeated
Because they rule me, or are they the tool
   I use to test myself till they’re deleted?
      I see the strings, but nothing else is clear.
      Am I the puppet or the puppeteer?

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

 

1 comment:

Marc Steve said...

I like this one....hits close to home.