story of Gods

A Poem by Krish

I saw the HBO series Westworld...dat kinda inspired me into writing dis...I hope you enjoy it.

What are we,
If not the prisoners of our own dreams,
Of hopes for the unseen future,
And regrets of the bygone days,
Of running along in a tied up loop
Thinking of the future everyday,
Never waiting
Never stopping,
Never looking at the present.

What are we,
If not chained, by the eminence of our fate,
Traveling in endless circles
Thinking, " I have found the way" .
" I alone can break free of this great cycle"
" I alone will travel the path of a miracle" .

What am I,
If not a fool,
For I am a puppet in strings,
Dancing along to the maker's tune.
I wonder ,
If he has given me hopes
And given me dreams
And a purpose to follow.
Or did He ,
Put me in costume
Made me a tune,
And wrote me the lines of a hero.

What are we,
If not glorified performers,
To each his own life's story.
I will touch yours,
You will touch mine,
Getting tangled in the threads of destiny.
In the end ,
We will come to follow,
We are all but characters,
In the story of God's.