It’s a puppet show, it’s a puppet show
I am the actor, I am the audience,
He is the director, He is the producer,
I am acting as per his script

The stage is so huge, play is so long
So many actors, so many scenes
Wish I knew the story, yet I act
Do I care or do I dare

He is pulling the string, He is making me move
I dance, dance according to his tune
Oh this dance… never ending dance
But that’s how it goes

So tired… So sore
Wish He could change the script
But He is the writer, the play director
I am merely a simple actor

Happy scenes made me laugh
Sad scenes made me cry
Sometimes I wondered if this so real
Simply forgetting it’s a play

I was one with the story
I was one with the scene
Wish I could change the script
Wish I acted better, thinking it’s so real

So many roles, so many acts
Some I liked, some I questioned
Yet I had to act, no matter what
It’s my play

What’s next, wish I knew
More role to pay, more tunes to dance
Till the director says ‘cut!’
To change the next stage

The director gave me an option
To make the play a success
To choose the role clear and
To act my part better

Would I do it on my own
Would I dance my own tune, No!
I am nothing without the director
The Cosmic Creator!

Let Him pull the string – I dance I dance
To His divine tune
Let Him make me cry or laugh – I act I act
To His beautiful script

Because it’s a Puppet Show!!!!!

Sep 2005