The Puppet Masters

Spiritual poem describing how I can see powers at work controlling most people and people are letting them.

Turbulent winds within me...
stirring my every emotion...
I can feel you, I can be you
if I take the notion.
Tidal waves of excitement...
crashing through my soul...
Has it been so long?
wearing this veil, I don't know.
With beaded eyes I wonder...
so deep I can't see...
anything... anyone
close to me.
I move ahead of the spirits...
which taunt me with their spells...
I can see inside their realm
while puppets show and tell.
The negative can't use me...
unless I want to be used...
Calling all of my shots...
the spirits aren't amused.
I'm the calm before the storm...
the storm are demons mad...
the rain is angels crying...
for the puppets who are had.